The dealer is my creator.
The other players, society.
Each hand represents opportunities in my life.
The chips are my life.
With each hand I have a choice, to fold and sit on the sidelines and watch, or stay in.
If I stay in, the stakes get higher with each card dealt. Do I wilt under the pressure or call each raise? Do I let the opportunity scare me away to the sidelines with a fold or do I go all in and face it?
“Life is only a game of poker
And happiness is the pot
Fate deals you five cards in the cradle
And you play, whether you like it or not
Some get a pat hand to start with
And the game doesn’t seem on the square
When you look at your hand and discover
You were born without even a pair
But there’s no use in kicking or squawking
Just pick up your cards and begin to figure and plan and puzzle
While Fate looks on with a grin
Some take a chance at bluffing
And stake everything they’ve got
On a dinky little four-flush
And, sometimes, it wins the pot
Others will break up openers
To draw for a middle straight
They know what a chance they’re taking
And they learn their mistake too late
Some can’t help playing crooked
Against all good advice
But they seldom get away with it
And in the end, they’ll pay the price
The most of us play straight poker
But I tell you, boys, it’s hard
When you’re there with both ends open
And you can’t draw the winning card
Now I’ve always been a loser, it seems that I never can win
And I’m just a dreamer who’s
Waiting for ships that never come in
I wonder where they can be”
Written by Jack Yellen and Abe Olman