World - Poem by Kevin East
World, who holds all the aces
In life's game of chance,
Your turning, my learning too late.
World, there is good and bad in us both
I sit in the corner and you spin me round
Yet we both have personality old man,
Can't you stop time, show us your hand,
It takes, makes all the tricks.
I need to understand.
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