Cards are dealt, bad and good,

Not always ending up, the way they should,

Some have pictures, others do not,

The cards in your hand you must play,

Determining what happens, day after day,

Not hanging in, and calling the dealers bluff,

Some people quit, and say enough,

By quitting, and not giving the cards a go,

Ones potential, he will never know,

Chances for success, will not diminish,

When you play your cards, to the finish,

Even when dealt, a savage blow,

Life will not stop, only slow,

The cards are dealt, day after day,

These are the cards of life, everyone must play,

In your hands, the cards may not fit,

As they say, life is what you, make of it.

 

Steve Corke

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