The Cards We're Dealt

 A psychiatrist 

can give you anything 

but inner strength 

watch your sedations kid

and watch your sleeves

near that machine

I remember being

shocked and being 

pulled back to life

it's life we all want and money we all die for 

but only taste freedom and good things

in a fleeting moment through our sons

so breathe strong autumnal air

we're all headed for death at the end

of a candle you had best embrace that western sun red with a head held high and a confident chest it makes no sense to think of anything else but what we make with what we're dealt.