Turn Of The Cards Poem by James Walter Orr

There's a hidden path leads through life's jungle,
That winds through the vine covered trees.
There's a task to do I must not bungle;
There's a chance now that I have to seize.

I have antied my heart on the table.
I may never receive a call.
It may be that we are never able
To see how the dealt cards might fall.

If we throw in our hands without looking,
We'll never know what we'd of drawn.
It might have been a hand well worth playing,
Or maybe a fantasy gone!