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Rags to Riches
It’s a long road from rags to riches
when fame and fortune hides in the shadows.
Keeping track of the play we call life
has its ups and downs,
roundabouts that spin you out of control.
When you’re up, life falls into place
with the ease of a hot knife through butter.
When it’s down, it’s a bad spin on the roulette wheel.
There has to be a bridge between the two.
Finding it is the trick
When you do, should you keep it to yourself?
I really liked this poem, Anita.
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