Cards on the table, change comes swift
Diamonds become spades, clubs or hearts
Hearts may become broken as sturdy roots shift
Weeping tears drizzle in parts
Aces when low become roots in the trail
When high they’re the peak of the game
Foundation or goal, the cards stack to the scale
And each hand dealt is never the same
Play forward with eyes open, not with tunnel vision
That will focus on the rot and complaint
Change can also be the medicine from heaven
That reveals the patience of a saint
The Mansionic Perspective 
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