Madisyn Collier Poet Rhyme

Cards

Through and through, the wind and rain,
		I am the lucky one, but none in vain.

	For my hands flow freely,
		Fleetingly working through pain.

	I pour myself in, 
		All and some change.

	Secluded and solemn,
		My works are my own.

	I have finally learned them,
		The seeds have been sown. 

	When my life’s crumbling,
		And when my world turns fake.

	What I can do, what I love,
		Tends to ease the ache.

	For when the world has turned its back,
		And when my fire turns cold.

	I can keep my self alive and warm,
		By playing the few cards I hold.

	These cards are worn, these cards are old,
		But this round I do not fold.

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