FATE'S DEAL

               


    I feel,
        not see,
            the cards I tightly hold.   
    I dread to read
            my fortune in my hand.
    I pick up what I'm dealt. 
        I've not been told the rules as yet. 
            Few games I understand.
    If poker
        I should learn to bluff, I fear.
    If gin
        I'll have to watch what I discard.
    If bridge what suit is trump,
            what cards held here have points,
                my partner's bid I must regard.

    And love's a game
        with many sets of rules.
            Some play all night. 
            Some fold or cheat or stall.
            The ones who gamble as they play
                are fools.
    I dread to loose, to win, to play. 
        I dare to peek. 
        I read my fate. 
            The English call it "Patience."  
            Here we call it "Solitare."

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

I loved the last two lines! Life as a game of cards, everyone trying to win their own hand fate has dealt them. Great write!

Brette