House of CardsA Poem by C.R.TurnerWritten at 23, Dublin, Ireland
There is another man
who stacks his house of cards so high Empty plan on empty plan he aims toward an empty sky. And every now and then, when he sees a little change in weather He'll hop down from his house of cards and start to nail them all together. And when he sees the danger gone, he goes on building, on and on ever upward - out of sight Who can match his dizzy height? Alas, the day will surely come when all the cards have rot away, he'll look down on his house of nails and know just why I keep away.
© 2012 C.R.TurnerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 26, 2012 Last Updated on November 9, 2012 AuthorC.R.TurnerIrelandAboutI'm a professional €150k a year poet. I can go from nought to tingly in two stanzas or less! Yeah right!! Sorry to disappoint but I'm just a regular guy processing his dirty linen in public, v.. more..Writing
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