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The Cards We Hold In any bond we make, Don't show your hand too soon, Because a quick rapport Might fade beneath the moon. Midlife socializing, Don't let kindred spirits turn to regret. Living to this age, I understand a truth I can't forget: Don't show your hand too soon, Because a quick rapport Might fade beneath the moon. The friend you chatter with at feasts, May not your secrets keep. The one who likes your posts online, May not your sorrows reap. To speak too deep, too soon, Is where the danger lies. You show your tender spots, Your tears, your hidden sighs. Only to find your pain, A topic for their leisure. Or worse, a weapon used, To wound you at their pleasure. The social scene of age, Is not about the noise. It's more a careful sift, To find your trusted joys. A kindred spirit met, Demands a measured pace. A heart that stays for long, Deserves your warm embrace. But guard your inner self, Your hidden, precious store. So in each human tie, You'll keep your peace and more.