Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,477 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Fortune Favours The Brave - Poem by Mark Heathcote

You’ve shuffled men like a deck of marked cards
But please, chose your hand more wisely, very carefully,
Cos whatever cards you hold onto this tightly, they’ll never be right.
Look, peep, trust me, I’ll never hurt you so have some faith,
I’ll bankroll your trust; I promise you this much, this isn’t about lust.

Don’t sell yourself short for chunk change or greed honey
Else all the rest of your, days, you’ll be left crying,
Left begging for some, unwarranted, kind of recompense.

You might shuffle men, orchestrate their fates
In a Greek like tragedy, a deck of cards in a game of solitaire
But please, honey chose, you’re playing hand very carefully,
Cos whatever cards you’ve decided to hold onto —
I’ll promise you, I’ll never hurt you, so have some faith in me.

Don’t shuffle or twist…
Cos really I’m the one! I’m the one! Winning hand
You can take all the way to the bank the bank of Rio Grande
And that isn’t me playing you at cards honey
Or me guarding my hand, that’s me being, quite frank.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 25, 2015

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