Play the cards you get, my friend.
Play the cards to the very end.
Play them uncomplainingly.
Play them freely, willingly.
Though the stakes may not be worth the winning,
Every day can be a new beginning.
Play the hand you have been dealt,
No matter what your heart has felt.
And if the game may not be worth the while,
face every moment with a smile.
Play the cards you get, my friend.
Play them bravely to the end.
*Painting “The Card Players” by Paul Cezanne, 1893.
Homo est Machina 
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Haha this corresponds with one of my recent poems: “I deal you a clean hand”! 🙂 Lovely poem with nihilistic optimisim! Such a paradox!!
Indeed! Quite a serendipity. 🙂
I needed to read this today. I messed up bad, but did I? I did what I could do in that moment. No need to go back and think of what I could have done differently. It is what it is. Thank you.
You are such a sweetheart. You are awesome just the way you are.
Are you thinking of getting published some day?
Do you mean self-publishing or traditional publishing? Either way I haven’t thought about it seriously. One day, perhaps. How about yourself?
Definitely would like to do so; whenever I feel like I compiled enough content. I really think you should! I mean, if you want to…
I hope one day it happens for both of us. 🙂