March 4, 2013 by William Leed
If a gambler I would fold at the turn but as life finds I am forced to call at the river.
-William Leed-
Posted in Poetry | Tagged finds, fold, forced, gambler, life, poem, poetry, river, talking leaves, turn, william leed | 2 Comments
Often we say life’s a game…but comes a point when both differs in so many ways
So true.
William
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Often we say life’s a game…but comes a point when both differs in so many ways
So true.
William