The kid never took Interest in studies He got F in a subject Mom scolded him badly He showed her Her I-Card Look you too got F Against *** You too failed in *** My dear this is I-Card Not my report card She had hard time to explain
Life is multiple games of palace You do the best you can with the hand you're dealt and it all comes down to the three cards face down in front of you
Some say palace is game of luck but I'd argue there's more to it there is strategy in how you set yourself up to succeed
Only you can put yourself in the best possible position to deal with those buried cards in front of you
Sometimes those cards are 3's and 4's, if you're lucky they'll be 2's or K's but you won't know until you have to flip them
Othertimes the odds are against you the best way to combat a poor hand is more strategy. Unfortunately, strategies aren't always easy to find the more you practice, the better you get.
Eventually, you'll know and perfect them all. With all the strategies up your sleeve, statistics would say your odds of winning are the highest While it's still possible you may fail, the likelihood is so much lower.
Life is like multiple games of palace. You may not know the cards face down in front of you, but after perfecting the strategies the likelihood of you winning is so very high
Set foot, in the world of cards, Try to build a house, watch it turn to shards. It's easy to be deceived, better perfect your arts, For the card you hold dear to you, Might not be your queen of hearts.
The entire poem is a metaphor and the reader can find his/her own meaning out of it. But can you find the real meaning behind this poem? Hint: It's absolutely not about Cards.