Place the cards upon the table.
Lay your chips against the rack.
Take your chances, make a gamble.
What you play, you may win back.

Queen, King, Ace or Jack.
What do the cards have to show.
Pair, Straight, House or Flush.
Only probability will know.

What controls the shuffle of the cards?
Some say it's fate, others, chance.
Some go as far as a game of charades.
Some say it's a dance.

Whatever it is, there is one who rules.
The one who can see through the deck.
He is the joker, the man of myth.
The one who can never check.

There are those who say the cards speak the future.
There are some who say there's a system.
The joker laughs and claims on none.
Like the cards, he sees through them.

But although he laughs and plays jest,
No matter how many chips he may own,
Like a man of mystery and myth,
He'll always be alone.

I am no joker and can't read the cards.
My future cannot be set.
But I can say I've seen this man.
Over a deal, we once met.

He read through the cards and told me words.
These words are for me to keep in heart.
I too can now see through the cards.
See the blades as the deck parts.

Compared to him, I'm above average.
He is the master of the game.
After our fateful meeting.
I can never shuffle the same.

((Dedicated to the got of chance. The man who sees all probabilities and who knows what is likely or not. He gave me a gift, I thank him greatly, and await the day we meet again. To you, my friend, the answer shall always be '1'.))