I've been dealt a hand not fair or just,
Though in this game I know I must
Play my cards the best I can,
Since the same one deals to every man.
To whine and whimper in this game of poker
Is to lose my way and end up a joker.
The right path is always fraught with peril,
But all other ways are sad and sterile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it, it was short and sweet it told a story and it sang to me good for a shorty