Tuesday, October 26, 2010

What more to do...

it hurts bad,
and i feel so very sad,
but there's room not to be mad,
neither recluse like a precluded quad,
so i play the good ol' jolly lad
give that look of old, worn fad,
slight not even just a tad,
for love sometimes is hard,
harsher than a game of gambler's card,
on board you can win a steamy bowl of lard,
or lose a hefty stash of wad,
in the end its up to you and what you had,
see what robes your luck's clad,
be it whole, splinter or shard,
take stock & make it meriting gloomy or glad.

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