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Around the table, all would sit; Each one fills his regular place Sighs and enthusiasm control the players. Anticipation is the aura. Fear and hope are the spirit. Risking all is easy In the poker game of life. Taking all is also the desired end Though loss is expected. Satisfaction is far from being an ambition The dexterous slyly assert: The jackpot or not. Each one ponders the possibilities and assesses his lot. The acceptance of loss is dour Yet, the anticipation period is exceedingly sour. Each coup revives desires At the end, the jackpot goes to the patient player.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 2:44 PM UTC
The Game
Around the table, all would sit; Each one fills his regular place Sighs and enthusiasm control the players. Anticipation is the aura. Fear and hope are the spirit. Risking all is easy In the poker game of life. Taking all is also the desired end Though loss is expected. Satisfaction is far from being an ambition The dexterous slyly assert: The jackpot or not. Each one ponders the possibilities and assesses his lot. The acceptance of loss is dour Yet, the anticipation period is exceedingly sour. Each coup revives desires At the end, the jackpot goes to the patient player.
#philosophy #patience #loss #anticipation
naeemaabdelgawad
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 2:44 PM UTC
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