Playing Games
The cards have been dealt.
Figuring out which ones to keep
and what to throw away.
Being handed my replacements
keeping my head about me.
No emotions can be shown,
No smiles or glimmers from my eyes.
Holding it down hard and tight
refusing to fold.
Keeping it all together.
Always winning, the pot growing larger.
Landing on my feet, claiming it all.
Challenging all who step up.
Making them back down.
This is my world, my game, my table and my rules.
Copyright © X X | Year Posted 2005
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