Hands Dealt.

Goldfinch60



We sit down at the card table,

The card table of life.

The cards are dealt to us,

We look at them

And we play them.

Sometimes when we play them

We have a winning hand,

And sometimes it is a losing hand.

But the thing to remember

Is that all the time we are playing,

Playing the cards we have been dealt

We are remaining,

Remaining in the game,

The game of life.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2023 02:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have been playing the game for almost 75 years.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Had some lucky hands, Andy - some get nothing but duds because the dealer is crooked.

    Interesting piece - it certainly provoked me...😇!!!

    • Goldfinch60

      True Dave, I have had many lucky hands to get where I am today, thank you.

      Andy

    • Bella Shepard

      We play our cards to the best of our ability, and hopefully the longer we play the better we are at reading our hands. Such a wonderful analogy dear friend.

      • Goldfinch60

        So true Bella, I have had a long time to learn to read my cards and I am very lucky with thands I am now being dealt.

        Andy



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