Who wakes up every morning, <br />With the feeling of regret? <br />Who gets up with a smirk, <br />But their smile, they forget? <br />Who never ever gambles, <br />Because they hate a risky bet? <br />Yet would trade out their soul, <br />For the relief they would get? <br /> <br />Who always feels like their falling, <br />Or just barely hanging on? <br />Who has had everything they’ve ever wanted, <br />And in a second it’s all gone? <br />Who has closed their eyes at sunset, <br />And opened them at dawn? <br />Who has tried to fight battles, <br />With no weapons drawn? <br /> <br />Who has had that horrible taste, <br />Loitering on their tongue? <br />Or maybe that awful pain, <br />Beating at their lung? <br />Who has sang those songs, <br />That most people have not sung? <br />Or at least listened to the words, <br />When they were very young? <br />Who, for the first time <br />In their life, they are stuck? <br />Went from riches to rags, <br />Each penny and buck? <br />Who’s ever been judged, <br />Thrown under the truck? <br />.. I guess we all can be pawns, <br />In this game of Hard Luck. <br />-JS<br /><br />John Salome<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-luck-3/
