When life gave me lemons,
I made lemonade, 
But soon found it’s taste too sickly and sweet, 
So I gazed to the heavens,
And quietly prayed, 
To learn the true value of bitter defeat, 
And there as I knelt 
I heard a voice, 
And the words that it spoke, I knew to be true, 
“The cards just get dealt, 
How you play is your choice, 
And one day no more will be given to you.”
“So pick up your hand, 
And choose how you play, 
And know that the lesson is always the same,”
“The play that you planned, 
May not go your way,
But the house only cares that you finish the game.”