The Wheel of Fortune Can Spin Two Ways
Up and down round and round it goes
The Wheel of Fortune Can Spin Two Ways
The wheel of fortune can spin two ways,
one for the dreamers, one for the strays.
One minute you’re walking the gold-paved street,
next, you’re alone with dust at your feet.
I’ve seen it lift the empty hand,
I’ve watched it break the strongest stand.
It isn’t fate, it isn’t grace,
just chance that wears a shifting face.
So play your cards, but guard your heart,
the wheel gives gifts, then tears them apart.
It owes you nothing, it makes no vow,
it spins for then, it spins for now.
But while it turns, I’ll hold my line,
my scars, my laughs, this fight is mine.
Whether it lifts me or lets me fall,
I’ve walked through worse, I’ve faced it all.
The wheel of fortune can spin two ways—
I’ll meet them both with steady gaze
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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This poem is flawless. Every line flows so naturally, it's a beautiful piece :)