Play the Hand You're Dealt
The cards are shuffled, the dealer calls,
No second chances, no curtain falls.
The hand you hold is yours alone,
No trading fate for the unknown.
Some sit with aces, kings in tow,
Life’s golden road laid out below.
Others grasp at tattered twos,
A losing game, it seems, to lose.
But fortune’s not in what you start,
Nor gilded luck or easy part.
The strength to stand, the will to fight,
Defines the play, not black or white.











































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