A Game Of Cards

 

The game’s been going on since I was born;

   I still recall when it was new and strange.

The chips are ancient now; my chair is worn.

   Each hand is different but the stakes don’t change.

Sometimes I get ahead; sometimes behind.

   Sometimes I get so lucky, it’s unreal.

And when my hand sucks, I try not to mind.

   I raise, I call; I win, I lose; I deal.

To think I’ll beat the house is lunacy.

   I know deep down: this ain’t a game you win.

And so I play to lose with dignity

   And wait for a good hand to go all in

      And discard all but what I need to hold

      And play the cards I’m dealt until I fold. 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells