Sometimes we stick sometimes we twist
Sometimes at the flick of the wrist
we are blessed to have a good hand
and the game goes to plan
but when it doesn’t
when we can’t win life’s tricks
when the future hurts and pricks
and stabs
at our hearts
we know the power is to start each day anew
with the resolve that grew
out of our tears
and the knowledge our instincts and fears taught us
we have to trust our love, our faith
in ourselves above all
or we will hit a metaphorical wall
or a metaphysical one
In our minds
life is wonder it shines
in the dark
a spark to light our way when we our lost
don’t count the cost
be a player
and never despair
for there is always a point in a game
When it turns round
and that player has a chance
turn it around and let life dance.
