At birth we are given a full pack of cards
to be used or played
as we travel through life
some play as if it's a competition
others as if it is a game
So many decks are stacked
so it seems that it's all unfair
but want you do with a bad hand
can define who you are
Many try to get by with bluffing
making out their two is a king
but when it comes to the final reveal
the liars are shown for what they are
I'm not brilliant gambler
but I must play the hand I am dealt
at least until I clear my deck
or if I give up and fold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem