It's the enervated hold
Which is the first to fold
A hand of jokers
And deuces
Sold to you as gold
One tries to will it true
This hand of gold anew
The power of will
Tides one through
Yet doubts unspoken grew
And grows the unsure strong
Leaps and bounds along
But one keeps it down
Looks away
Being strong is not to long
One does oft wonder though
How one got to be so
When the truth escapes
Through tiny holes
While Joker lies aglow
So one hopes that one can hold
This designated mould
Truth be dammed
Just look away
One's right is not to fold
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
It's the enervated hold
Which is the first to fold
A hand of jokers
And deuces
Sold to you as gold
One tries to will it true
This hand of gold anew
The power of will
Tides one through
Yet doubts unspoken grew
And grows the unsure strong
Leaps and bounds along
But one keeps it down
Looks away
Being strong is not to long
One does oft wonder though
How one got to be so
When the truth escapes
Through tiny holes
While Joker lies aglow
So one hopes that one can hold
This designated mould
Truth be dammed
Just look away
One's right is not to fold
