Just a Deck of Cards

I’m shuffling a deck of cards –
Some are creased, scuffed and torn,
Corners cut, edges worn.
Some of the cards are different,
Pristine somehow by accident.

I deal - the condescending Ace
It’s mean, rude, stuck-up and crude,
The one with all the attitude.

I see - a memory of mine in the Nine,
Toasted marshmallows and betting by the campfire,
Gales of laughter, and accusations of liar!

I play – a Jack of all trades
He’s cheeky as I lay him down,
As I lose the round I start to frown.

I risk – my hand on a lesser card,
Its just a flimsy two of spades,
Should I regret the decision I’ve made?

No, I win – I unite the cards in my hand.
They come together black and red, standing like mighty guards,
But they are just a deck of cards.