I noticed time and time again.

In a card game of chance

When matched with other cards,

The deuce of spade wins.

Like the deuce of spade

In another game of chance

Death trumps all life.

Sometimes he creeps and steals

Taking a poor soul by surprise.

Other times he lingers for years

Tormenting long before taking lives.

Glory S. Davis

Nothing raises the spirit like the coming of spring.