The Hand We're Dealt
We all must play the hand we’re dealt
And many folks’ve surely felt
That most unfairly they’ve been whacked
By cards that somehow have been stacked.
Still, there are those that rise above
And focus on the things they love,
While others flounder first, then sink.
(There must be more of those, I think.)
Yet as the game of life plays out,
The future always filled with doubt,
Some winners lose and losers win,
For that’s the way it’s always been.
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