Sometimes I play solitaire
in the middle of the night
Because I can't sleep
I can't make disappear
my weeklong earache
Or my husband's anxiety
I can't magically put
more money in the bank account
Or hours in the day
But man,
Can I really put away those cards
Right back where they belong
All in order
I can even auto complete
when I'm tired but I got it close
Or get a hint
When I need just a little more help
And if I get way too stumped
Or tangled and lost
I can hit a new deal
And start again
And it's so nice to remember
That all the cards do have a place
Even though, if you're watching
It looks like a mess
You might see my mistakes
Where I missed the red jack
but, just like the morning
I'll recycle the deck
try again tomorrow
And work hard to remind myself
How great it will feel
When it all works out in the end
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