Cards
Seems life is like a diamond
or club or spade or heart
and whoever the card-game goddess is
she’s dealt me out to a losing start.
In diamonds I’m money-poor
hearts I haven’t won yet
spades and clubs got me all confused;
seems my whole life’s on the bet.
I’ve heard it said that life’s
just like a game of chess.
For in chess you get in a jam
it’s your fault you’re in the mess—
in chess you start off equal
and the pieces always move the same
and you don’t ever have to cut the deck.
Damn, life and cards are a different game.
But sometimes your luck can change
the card-goddess smile on you,
you draw a joker
accidentally shoot the moon
the goddess winks.
Then you know you’re gonna win.
