The Card Player
There is an old fellow I know,
Who just turned 96 years old.
His health is not bad in the usual sense,
But with his everyday memories he does fence.
Oh, he can remember specific things,
But day to day, he has questionings.
It is difficult for those around him you see,
To put into perspective this reality.
They love him as a father, brother, and friend,
But against his barrage of questions is hard to defend.
He doesn't know how it hurts them so,
To see him wandering to and fro.
Yet, there is One who watches all,
And one day He will come to call.
For another chair will open for Jim,
There's a seat there reserved just for him.
And another card player will join the crowd,
That plays card games all day and laughs aloud.
I can only hope that for me will be there,
Some day, an open place with another chair.
Because the Lord deals all the cards,
For us on earth, that is what's hard.
We know not when He will our pinochle deal,
But when He calls the trump, our life has been sealed.
As things go here, we can only play our best,
And when our time comes, trust Him to do the rest.
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