ACES IN THE HOLE

 ACES IN THE HOLE

Oh, no, I do not stand so well.

And walking is the pits,

Any movement of any kind,

Gives my partner fits,

But I alas have a very hard head

And an infinitely spirited soul,

Those attributes they just may be

My aces in the hole.

When death it hovers 'round me,

Preparing to snatch me away.

I laugh loudly at it nastily,

Keeping it at bay.

When monsters have me at their whim,

Try to tear me limb from limb.

I bare my hard head and my spirited soul,

The attributes that just might be my aces in the hole.

Anyone can see, it's a hard knock life for me.

I am not speaking figuratively,

Oh no, I'm speaking literally,

It happens not to feel so well,

With equilibrium shot to hell.

Thank goodness I have attributes that fit me to a T.

And make it ten times easier to be the man called me.

God gave me two attributes to compensate for the balance he stole,

A ridiculously hard head and an awesomely spirited soul.

And those two things they just might be my aces in the hole.

Oh no, I do not walk so well,

My friends the walker and the crutch,

A wheelchair may be really swell,

An idea I do not care for much.

I may be quite the stumblebum.

But at least I'm walking free,

And that, my friends, at least for now,

Is good enough for me.

I have faith in my hard little head,

And a highly spirited soul

The attributes that just might be my aces in the hole.

Oh, no, I do not speak so well,

Though speech it used to be my thing,

My vocal skills have flown away,

Like a singing bird on wing.

You might ask yourself how do I cope,

With a slow and gradual loss of hope.

I do not choose to think that way,

That's how I keep the blues at bay.

I just rely on my hard little head

Plus a highly spirited soul,

The attributes that just may be my aces in the hole.

-Bruce Potts

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