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A poem for all the single men who have had their heart broken or have been disrespected.
I stand my ground — and claim my rights,
to discard all disrespect and petty fights,
to raise the bar — of honor and dignity,
and not degrade myself through false humility.
Yes, there’s a time to shine — through subservience,
but now — is not a time to acquiesce.
When your heart’s been torn — and reputation aced,
it’s time to kick those “jokers” square in the face!
Honor yourself — honor your life,
Didn’t you learn that lesson from your ex-wife?
Don’t look behind — while pointing ahead,
make progress from your past mistakes, instead.
Take those fine-cut “diamonds” — of Karma’s law,
and hastily add them to your final score.
Let them mature in spades — and impress their will,
until life sunsets — and your lessons are nil.
Keep your “cards” held tight — to your broad chest,
like the poker pro — who knows when’s best …
to raise the stakes — or sit and wait,
or when to act vulnerable — or when to berate.
Assaulting that table with your winning hand,
as the crowd roars loudly from the adjoining stand.
“He bet the house,” one spectator calls,
“Yes,” says another … “He’s got balls.”
Yes, there is a time to bow out — and lower your hand,
when you know you’re beaten and cannot command …
the respect you deserve — when your feelings are hurt,
So now is not the time — to bet your shirt!
When the “tells” are clear — and you get a “heads up,”
thank the Gods — there’s still “red wine” in your “cup.”
The “blood of the Lord” coursing through your veins,
as you drink your losses and count your gains.
Join the club of self-worth — it’s open to all,
Membership is free — unless you fall …
to the fallacy of questioning — your place at the table,
So sit tight on your chair — and act like Clark Gable.
Stand strong like a King — and act like a man.
Life’s game’s not over — please understand.
You’re a winner, a gentleman — and a beacon of light,
you know when to “fold ’em” — and when to “fight.”
(c) 2012 Paul Rodney Turner
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