Poker Anyone?

Life is truly like a game of cards
At a young age we are dealt our first hand
We have to learn to fold, pass or play
Opening is an option we also have to learn
We must master the art of bluffing
As well as always giving respect to the dealer
When accepting the winnings, never gloat
In turn, when faced with losses, never brood
Sometimes we even play on credit as well
And must therefore pay back when winnings show
There are always games going on with many players
As well, there are so many different types of games
We must choose which game to be in
Or be able to walk away from a table without regret
Most of all, when the chips are down, 
We play through and for ourselves
Ante up!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Anos Avatar
October 12, 2008 at 6:54 AM
I don't know how to play it but i have an inkling of the game! This is a nice life interpretation of it! Brgds. George
Rider Avatar
October 11, 2008 at 6:44 PM
Wonderful metaphor! I, myself, don't bluff well.. :-D and thank you for your comments to Forgive and Forget. Yes, forgetting is the hard part but forgiveness is well worth the effort. ~Trudy~
Stella Avatar
October 11, 2008 at 9:55 AM
boy you laid all your chips down on this one my friend and so much truth in this too for this reason I do not play cause it seems I always lose lol great write as always think I have found a better dealer now in god keep up the great writting my friend Im not on as much anymore for I am writting songs now but will be back soon hugs
Jordan Avatar
October 11, 2008 at 9:51 AM
Michael just one word comes to mind - OUTSTANDING - one of the best I've read in a long time - God Bless
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