“I was given a pack of cards
and asked to throw one away each day.
would be the start and end
of a lifetime-one card for each day.
Thought I had my hands full
and flipped the cards away.
Promised myself everyday that
next day would be it,
That I would do good every second
use every ounce of energy and wit
but alas farther and farther away from me
moved this turning point,
until I forgot all about it
and simply wasted my cards.
with just a few cards in hand ,I see
the hungry soul and the cold heart
I see the unfinished assignments
and the work I have to start.
No use waking up when it is night.
There’s nothing I can do.
Wish only I could get back
the cards I wastefully threw.
Learn from this, young card flicker”
With that the last card fell,
From the old man’s arms.