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The Game

The Game Frank Halliwell The dealer sits in shadow as he shuffles out the cards And he deals around a new hand for the game, And the random distribution on the table disregards Your wealth or social standing or your name. For there'll be tears down through the years before the game is done And most will find that they'll have losses too. For some the game is nonstop fun, for them, a lucky run... But for others, Lady Luck will be untrue! Who knows what fate may lie in wait, beyond the shrouded veil Of the dim and hazy distance just ahead? And of the hidden twists and turns on life's secluded trail That fill our nightly dreams with fear and dread... So if you want to win the game, there's really just one way: ...To live life to the fullest, and to savour each new day, ...To make the most of what you have, before the daylight fades, For somewhere in that dwindling deck is still, ..the Ace of Spades! ***

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