Would you like to play?

C'mon, it's easy.

52 cards, neatly arranged by suit and rank
Alone, their value is little more
than the number or face with which each is stamped

But let them dance on green felt

Let them be touched by hands
That know how to coax the connections

By a mind that can choreograph perfection
from the devilish swirl of infinite possibility

And suddenly, 52 separate soldiers become an unforgiving army
of kings and queens, deuces and jacks, aces and nines

then their value is measured in treasure, in riches
in hopes and hardship
in wasted lives

in broken men.

C'mon, it's easy.

Let's play.