The Game of Life
Nothing can be solved,
When you dwell in the past.
To pull up the boulders,
Where dark feelings amass.
Square shoulders, look forward,
Gaze at the light.
Look into the future,
And sit in tonight.
Clasp hands,
With warm comfort that today brings.
Glide gaily to tomorrow,
On the these happy wings.
Hold on to your dreams,
For they are the light.
Your dreams are tomorrow,
If you play your cards right.
So lets sit in tonight,
Clasp hands with delight,
and know in your hand,
The cards are just right.
Copyright © Ashley Caldwell | Year Posted 2009
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