docmaverick
docmaverick
Jun 26, 2011

Red or black

It's concerned with it's weight in gold
the truth is based on lies,

good intentions always pave the road
but, that's where the spii dies;

offering your oter cheek
just before the punchline's told,

it relates to checks, and balanes
and your resale price, if sold;

it's all you could imagine
and everything that you could dream,

each failure turns to victory
and we learn from the extreme!

It's judged wih weights, and measures
so,your heartaches lead to joy,

but it doesn't really matter
because your heart is but a toy

so in the grandest scheme of things
faith, and hope removes the strife,

you're either in the red, or black, my friend
then, all you're left with is your life!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

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docmaverick

line fou=spirit
line seven=balances
srry.
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