My Hand
The dealer flips and shuffles the cards
Over, down, back and forth, each is handled meticulously with no discard
The players wait anxiously to see what they've been dealt
Palms are sweaty and the heart is light for great anticipation is what's being felt
My hand is what I proudly hold
Be true, play it smart and have fun; that's what I've been told
My hand is different and unique from that of my counterparts
I must conceive this and believe this from the very start
One mustn't worry about the cards his neighbor has
To appreciate it, play it wisely and have fun shows class
This hand! My hand! Is all i got?
If I'm ungrateful and frivolous, I lose my shot
My hand is what I'll study
Your hand is where I can not worry
My hand is what I'm blessed
Your hand is yours to caress
My hand, I'm going to play to win
This hand I will see through 'til the end
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