Better Luck Next Time, Player

My turn to shuffle
While mentally
Keeping track of
Well hidden thoughts
And gazes
And longings,
A honed
(And painfully learned)
Poker face  
Of nonchalance
Crucial
To keeping my seat in
(But what have I ever gained by this?)
 
Regardless, it's all a game
It's always a game
 
She deals a mean hand
Four leaf clovers  
And rabbit's feet
Have never helped me win
Against Fate
 
Likewise Chance isn't sporting
And doesn't seem to want
To give me
The benefit
Of the doubt
 
Contemplations on my next move
Can't escape the whispers
And the sinking feeling
That for all my wants
And hopes
And wishes,
If I ever
Actually  
Won,
I'd lose it
Some other way
 
So I think I'll just sit here
And keep myself company
While I wait
For the next round