Sara Stowell


Questions - Poem by Sara Stowell

Now here I stand,
Through so much I've been,
And as young as I am
I can still understand

That life isn't what you're dealt,
It's what you do with the cards,
Thats why some people find
That lifes just a little too hard

What do I do with four twos
If the game isn't poker?
And how do I play if the rules
say I'm supposed to lose?

When there's nothing left to fight
At the end of the night,
When I play my last hand
And make my last stand

When counting the chips
Loses it's meaning
If it all seems pointless now...
How will I feel then?

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  • (4/27/2006 8:56:00 PM)


    Wow, can I say: Gorgeous?
    This is so original, the idea is just great! I also love the flow of ideas and the way you have written it!

    ~~Elya Thorn~~
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 20, 2010


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