Solitaire Fate
Life can be like playing a game of solitaire
Nothing gained, nothing lost in the end,
Time comes when we go without a prayer.
Sometimes we wonder if we have a friend
When no one responds to our deepest need
Nothing gained, nothing lost in the end.
All around we observe selfishness and greed,
Especially among those who have great power,
When no one responds to our deepest need.
In the bleakest of times we can pluck a flower
Or, see beauty in nature, frequently neglected,
Especially among those who have great power.
From birth, life has been what we least expected
Who can know what’s hidden in the future,
Or, see beauty in nature, frequently neglected?
Considering all, we are but a fated creature,
Moving in a strange milieu beyond ethereal fair
Who can know what’s hidden in the future?
Time comes when we go without a prayer.
Written March 31, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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