The Cards We'Re Dealt

Every day’s a card game And so there’s always hope Each shuffle of the deck may bring Just what we need to cope. Though life is never easy, People’s challenges may vary And the cards we’re dealt may seem Unfairly arbitrary. There’s comfort, though, in knowing Others grapple with their hand, Possibly in ways which we Could never understand. Life’s a fickle dealer So we take the cards we get And when the deck’s been good to us, It’s still not safe to bet. For aces do not guarantee That things will go our way. A good luck streak will never keep Adversity at bay. We play the hand we’re given And resort to strength within, For at times we may get lucky And just possibly, we’ll win.