Solitaire Is Therapeutic Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Solitaire Is Therapeutic
When my mind is jumbled
Tormented and crumbled
There is one thing that lends
A hand when things are at loose ends
In disarranged suits, waiting in a stack
To show their faces of red and black
Arranging confusion into an orderly rank
Saving a befuddled me from walking the plank
2/3/08
I can see the smiles on the faces of Kings, Queens and Jacks in respose to this one. A good hand of solitaire, or cribbiage or gin with a friend had often been a good distraction for me. Tom
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 1:19:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Theresa I love this little poem. Each day I sit here alternating between writing, reading and playing Solitaire on my computer. How nice to have a poem suited (no pun intended) just to me.