As the old years cards fold
and we are dealt a new hand
when we’d give anything to understand
Fate’s plan.
we have to make as much as we can
Of our lucky stars
and hard work
whether lord or lady or office clerk
we hold the keys to doors unseen
we must follow our dreams
or facilitate the dreams
of our children
and even when
our cards are a bad hand
we can take the odds
and sods
and ask for help
for love is stealth
and it can over come
so don’t be glum
turn over new leaves
Life is better lived
when we move forward and breathe in new air