Harlequin's Game

one-eyed Jacks and treys and nines
mystic cards that meld the times,
shuffled from the deck of life
Kings and Aces handle strife;
like chessmen flat, in red and black
you deal them out, they won't be back,
the Queen of Hearts regards their woes
and loves but one in all the pack,
the Joker smiles because he knows
then lays them in his checkered sack