Poem explaining how we are dealt a hand, but it is so much easier to play this hand with a loving partner.
Sitting alone reflecting
Just the cards and me
Trying to fit them together
Like the pod fits the final pea.
It is not always easy
To win at this game of life
The cards are dealt to us
As we face both calm and strife.
When I stopped playing solo
And my partner joined the game
The cards just seemed to meld
Every time I heard his name!
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