Too many people
Are trying too hard
With the hand that you're dealt
That's your only cards
You can lay them down
Or you can hold
Trade them for others
May be better to fold
Perhaps the problem
Isn't guilt or shame
For losing a round
In a loser's game
The winner collects
But what has he won
And what have we lost
When it's all said and done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem