It's in the Cards
Nothing in Life is Guaranteed
The morning sun ascends the blue,
With promises that seem so true,
It paints the sky in gold and rose,
And warms the earth where clover grows.
Yet storms can gather, swift and dark,
To dim the bright celestial spark;
For though the dawn may softly gleam,
A day is but a fleeting dream.
No promise holds, no contract binds
The shifting currents of the winds.
We build our castles tall and grand,
Engraving names upon the sand,
And stack our treasures high and deep,
Convinced they’re ours to forever keep.
We chart our lives with careful grace,
And plan each step, each time, each place.
Yet towers fall and fortunes fade,
Despite the clever plans we’ve made.
The strongest vault, the thickest wall,
Can never stop the curtain's fall.
The breath we draw, the pulse we feel,
Are borrowed gifts, not made of steel.
The friends we cherish, held so dear,
May walk beside us for a year,
Then step away down distant tracks,
Leaving shadows in their facts.
And love itself, though fierce and deep,
Is not a vow the years will keep
Without the tears, the shifts, the pain,
Of sunshine mixed with sudden rain.
