Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

A Last Card

We die
but once
while living
through a horror
a thousand times

We die
but once
ignoring
what our freedom
most defines

All life’s
a choice
our future claimed
when dealt  
at our behest

Another
chance
to beat the dealer
the trump card 
— in our vests 

(Septa R5: March, 2026)

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Lunita Blanca March 3, 2026 at 10:43 AM I think our life remains a gamble no matter the cards we hold. Kurt Philip Behm March 4, 2026 at 9:14 AM May the odds be in your favor.