Spareless, spares less

Ever since, it’s seen, these things
These things aren’t events people bring,
These things just come_
Then caress and sometimes sting.

I know some of his he-story
But even I was born brief years ago in May;
With life we’ve just talked for two minutes;
Sometimes he lets me take
But sometimes, regardless
He beats me at this game of poker.

©Mustafa Khan A.

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