A hard day’s night-
Is harder still.
Another fight,
And come what will,
The cards are dealt,
But trumps are rare.
It never felt,
That life was fair.
Although astray,
Some chance we stand.
We have to play
With what’s at hand.
And much is not,
How shame it is,
What we have got,
Another miss!
With time to creep,
Those win the race,
Who always keep
A poker face!