A Deck of Cards

I’m sheltering-in-place all day And need more things to do For there are many hours Once my morning walk is through. I’m reading books and magazines And, too, The New York Times And obviously, I still get To write my daily rhymes. There’s music on and thankfully, Some good shows on TV And working on my quilting is Enjoyable to me. But suddenly I had a thought – I’d play some Solitaire! I knew I had a deck of cards; The question, though, was – where? I could play on a screen, of course, Yet I’d prefer to deal With cards that I could hold, like books, Which tactilely appeal. I searched all over; then I found, The last place I did check, Wrapped tightly still in cellophane, A brand-new untouched deck. It bore an airline logo – Once a gratis flying perk – And after years of waiting, I will put those cards to work. With all this time to fill up, Drawers and closets may reveal So many random things our stuff Has managed to conceal.