What became of the crestfallen?
He learned to play gamer, not the game
For their bodies move before their hands
And their faces tell unuttered words.
What become of the Joker?
He learned to play the players, not the card
For though the cards are hidden
Yet their eyes rolled the shape of their cards.
What became of a nearly fallen King
He learned never to move pieces
Never to expose his queen, but yet plunder,
And keep the endgame in sight.
What became of the gambler?
He learnt the right time to count money
When to run, walk, stare and hold on
For all are losers, but yet all are winners.
What became of the fool?
He learned from wise men
And hope the wise learned from his foolishness
For all are wise, and yet all are fool!
For when thou art fall
Thou shall rise
And when thou arise
Thou shall fall!