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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