When my mind is jumbled
Tormented and crumbled
There is one thing that lends
A hand when things are at loose ends
In disarranged suits, waiting in a stack
To show their faces of red and black
Arranging confusion into an orderly rank
Saving a befuddled me from walking the plank
2/3/08
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitaire-is-therapeutic/
