Game of cards

Guineas,Shekels and Pounds

And that which is akin

We put emphasis on the trivial

And discard the vital therein

Christmas and Thanksgiving

At the end of tumultuous years

A reward for what we've endured

To make us feel like Kings or Emirs

The winds to which we adhere

As they blow us through our lives

Where we rank in terms of importance

Our friends,our children,our wives

Fame,celebrity,riches

Superficial as they may be

Mere commoners who got lucky

In pursuit of their eulogy

Too immersed in our lives to realize

That we're causing our own demise

And have been since we were born

And no matter how hard one tries

We haven't the innate ability

To stop what we've begun

No matter how high we fly

Or,for that matter,how fast we run

Some may ascend to the top

Of the list of those aforementioned

Not realizing just how quickly

They can and will be questioned

As to how they got there

And the ruins left in their wake

Having so much to give

Yet in the end just opting to take

A game of cards can only be won

By those with the courage to bluff

The deuce,not the ace

In many a case

Has proven to be enough

But when the straight,the flush or full house

Is superseded by four of a kind

The game is over,our lives are done

Not by choice,but design