Deep down, it’s peace that we all crave
But Fortune is a tricky Knave
Who tempts and pleads, so we succumb
To silliness, and sense stays dumb.
We chase chimeras and fool’s gold
Materialism leaves me cold
We work our socks off for more pay
Then fritter all our gains away.
But we only have one life,
One chance at happiness; so, strife
It seems, is our soul’s loss
Choose even keel not turn and toss.
That life’s a game is often said
But it depends how rules are read!
We’re all on journeys of our own
Each move we make – new stepping stone!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
Knaves take many forms!
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