Life is made of fifty two chances.

Twelve possible lovers.

Forty variations of life's moments and

Ten possible moments of love (hearts.)


I have four chances of being

A bold Queen,

Who has another four opportunities

To reign alongside her strengthened king.


Yet Jack proposed to me on four accounts,

To make me a wholesome and simple bride.

I accepted half of my chance and was blessed

With a diamond ring and his sweet caring heart.


But alas! Let poverty have its chance

To make me a pauper's daughter;

And when water must be dug for with a spade

Ten times to quench death with life.


But the aim of life

Is to live life's moments

Until a perfected



With a deck of cards,

Comes chance.

We must live these chances

Until we either combust

Or unfold.