My Days

Everyday, with the dawn,
I throw my card,
Spade,Heart, Diamond, n Club,
Wishing to win all,
Weaving the dreams:
Of riches, name n fame,
But all goes in vain.

My stuff is thinning out,
Neither can I add,
Nor can it be stopped,
Like a gambler,
With every dawn,
I throw my Ace,
And, I calculate in the dusk,
But all goes in vain.

As things stand,
Neither can I stop the losing game,
Nor can I speed,
Nor can I start from the beginning,
Yet, I can’t help playing,
Let it all go n let me see,
What shall I achieve?