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Saturday, 6 January 2018

Playing Cards (Poem)

A robot beat me in chess,
My mother taught me Crazy Eights.
The one thing they'd both agree on
Is that there is no such thing as fate.

Black and white, control and compete,
Some say life is like a game of chess.
I prefer to see it as a game of cards:
With the hand we've been dealt each do our best.

Maybe slipping up and calling bluffs,
Not all going as planned.
At times putting on your best poker face,
But in the end to understand.

Interacting, guessing for insight,
Revealing as we feel able,
And in turn the goal is to lay it out
'Til all the cards are on on the table.

~~

Some people see life like a game of chess. I prefer to see it like a game of cards:
We all do our best with the hand we've been dealt, and the end goal is to have all the cards on the table.

Updated: 2020-05-16

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