The Game Of Life Poem by Judy Meibach

He tells me
I have to play
the cards I'm dealt.
Clubs, spades, hearts and diamonds
are what they should be -
but it seems like the
lone joker
is the one for me.

Life seems so complicated -
each decision I make,
whether to go
or to come,
it makes my heart ache.

It can't be that hard.
I've seen others do it.
Why can't I motivate
before I say
'I blew it'.

To me,
life seems more like a game of Monopoly.
You go round and round and hope
to collect the rebate on each turn.
But sometimes,
your fate is not with you.
You end up in jail
and wait
until you are bailed out.

As is the nature of life,
so I see,
It is full of ups and downs,
in no special order.

But for me,
it just seems that there are more downs than ups.
Is it me, or is life just about luck?

Maybe,
I am not playing the games as they should be played.
I finish each round with the words
'so woe is me'.

I'm stuck on Park Place
with empty pockets
then -
I get run over by the Reading at five.

There has to be a better way to do this.
Any suggestions,
and my life will be bliss.