Playing The Hand Poem by Devon McElveen

Everyone is dealt a hand,
But you decide how its played.
You must play this game,
With little to no aid.
No one knows the rules, however.
Some say there are none.
There is said to be no winners,
But you can only know when you're done.
This hand is unique to you,
So there is no way to cheat.
This is no competition,
So there is no one to defeat.
The game is hard to play,
But play as well as you can.
For we are forced to play this game.
When dealt a cruel hand.