National Poetry Month: What It Takes

What It Takes

Will the day break cold?
Shattering all regretful aches?
Will the world turn old?

Will I remain steadfast bold?
Do whatever consequence takes?
Will the day break cold?

Will I dance in sunshine gold?
Or drown in all the bitter stakes?
Will the world turn old?

What am I fated to behold?
Empty hands or little cakes?
Will the day break cold?

Do I play the cards I hold?
Forever counting my mistakes?
Will the world turn old?

And here I stand, frayed, uncontrolled
while sanity dies and reason quakes
Will the day break cold?
Will the world turn old?

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