Donald J Bennett Poet Classicism

This Game Called Life

Our journey through this life is a game of chance
Very little skill, more by happenstance

Turn the cards at the break of day, which ones to hold which ones to play
In this game called life some will win, some will lose, but be not dismayed

Hold them tight, bet them high, run that bluff, take that chance
If you lose you cry, if you win you dance; it all rides on circumstance 

Smell the roses, kick the can, run the race, celebrate your friends
Love and be loved, embrace living each and every day of life, until it ends

For as surely as the sun will rise, we are dealt back in; it’s ante-up or throw them in
On our journey through this life we have but one pass, enjoy the ride, that way you win

Then kick up your heels and dance, dance, dance

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Lisa Richards August 9, 2014 at 9:52 PM I love this poem.... its very well written, with perfect rhyme Donald J Bennett August 10, 2014 at 12:04 AM Thank you so very much Lisa. I look at life as each day assessing what you have been dealt. Most of the issues will be the same but others will arise. Come the night set it all aside and rest for come the morning we all are dealt back in.

Jerimyah Horstman February 13, 2014 at 12:26 AM Very nice. Making the best out of what we have is the only way.