The Cards We'Re Dealt
Every day’s a card game
And so there’s always hope
Each shuffle of the deck may bring
Just what we need to cope.
Though life is never easy,
People’s challenges may vary
And the cards we’re dealt may seem
Unfairly arbitrary.
There’s comfort, though, in knowing
Others grapple with their hand,
Possibly in ways which we
Could never understand.
Life’s a fickle dealer
So we take the cards we get
And when the deck’s been good to us,
It’s still not safe to bet.
For aces do not guarantee
That things will go our way.
A good luck streak will never keep
Adversity at bay.
We play the hand we’re given
And resort to strength within,
For at times we may get lucky
And just possibly, we’ll win.
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