The JOKER in the Pack

All the world’s a stage, a pack of cards all fifty two
Dealt just once, face cards and others, and the occasional joker too.
Sometimes a king, at times an ace, he changes face, sometimes a jack
Smiles through each hand ruefully, part of the game, but isolated in the pack

Picked from the pile, held close to the heart,
Maker of a set, player of a part
Shifted into permutations for fun,
Thrown away once the job is done

The only emotion on exhibit, a smile
A mask to hide the inner turmoil
Laughed at, ridiculed, never loved back,
The Joker, the joker, isolated in the pack.

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