6 of Terrible Hearts

My desire atop a house of cards
Royal foundation of sand.
The riches and luxury I’ve bled to procure
Turned to dust in my hand.
I sought the peace of serenity
To sew from toil well spent.
Each wrinkle, each ache
Has dumbfounded me
Where the hell has my life and time went?

No labor was spared, no drop of sweat vain
Though coin has fallen too late!
Oh unlucky suit, the hand I was dealt
Such an unjust twist of Fate…
These hands bled dry for wealth and my dream
A trump has beaten my hold.
My age and quivering bones have cursed
Me to wish my move was to fold…

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