Some simple game of chance,
So that no matter how many are shown,
We feel exuberance,
At the constancy of human frailties,
The whole deck's never known,
Even card counters are at the mercy,
Of the possibil'ties yet to be thrown,
Each hand is a new opportunity,
For further joy or ire,
Oft times how you've done paints your perception,
Of what's yet to transpire.
When we are done,
That's where the game begins,
Do you play o'er the decisions you made,
Or pick up and shuffle the cards again?