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Sometime in our lives of chance,
comes the wild card…
sometime down-right sad!
When things seem to be going so good,
from out of no where, comes the Joker
in his little pointed hood, changing
everything that he could.
We can’t see him coming, we can’t
predict his cause and effect.
He’s silent, sly and a real pain in the neck.
But sometime, he’ll bring a blessing in disguise.
The plane ticket bought too late on the plane
that doesn’t make it to the next gate.
The one chance in a million lottery ticket,
that changes a life in a second,
if you’re luck enough to pick it.
The Joker, the wild card, the unpredictable.
But to call it by its name before it arrives,
very few are capable!
The Joker is a silent partner as long as we stand.
So play the game, take a chance and make the
best of life while you still can.
Jackie R. Kays
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