Friday, January 16, 2015

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

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