I.
Life is a card game,
play your hand wisely.
Seems like we’re caught
in a never-ending bridge game.
Trump suit named,
trick after trick after trick played.
Anyone ready to change the game?
II.
When parade horses leave a trail of shit,
sweepers must follow.
Seems like we’re caught
in a never-ending parade
of show ponies
with far too few sweepers
willing to clean up the mess.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, Ana returns to dVerse and asks us to consider Gnomic poetry which is the practice of moralizing in verse. We can start or end our poem with an aphorism; create our own aphorisms; or be inspired by a myth. We have many choices in how to approach the prompt but the “focal point” of our poem must be a moral or assert a philosophical position on life. And she tells us that just because we’re moralizing, doesn’t mean we must be serious. We can add a bit of humor or irony. Images from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
I really like that first one and it really resonated with me. But I will go with changing Trump game.
On the second one, well that is so true. We needs lot of the sweepers now.
Thanks for joining in Lillian.
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Thanks for bringing the wit to the bar today! I agree with Grace on the first, time to change the game and oust the powerful suit. Part II created a great visual with all the show ponies prancing through.
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Bang on the bar, Lil, you rock the prompt and tell it like it is. Our poems are similar in that way.
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I really like your choices for this one. The last one is especially true these days!
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I love both of these Lillian. Yes definitely time to change suit and and maybe you could one of those sweepers from the second to shovel Trump’s bullshit! 🤣 LOL
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Enjoyed both your poems. 🙂
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Ah, the cost of a show pony parade.
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Lillian, so fitting for what is happening!
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Perfectly fitting for thee times. Lose the suit.
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