Twos, Threes, and One Eyed Jacks

Twos, threes, and one-eyed jacks, And jokers thrown in too, These were the wild cards in our poker game, May seem a lot to you.... But four of a kind to open, Somewhat evens up the score, And this was a time of fun, And we did much, much more This was our "Military Club" An idea I did cook up, To give reason to live, For old men lost to desperate time Who's life otherwise passed by them Turned out an idea sublime All got ranks in our club, My uncles were Majors, you see My father I made the Colonel And poor old lowly me... A mere Lieutenant To drive the staff car around This became so important to them My idea had been more than sound We loved our pool halls Like most women love a shoe store, And took turns at each others houses, And what's even more After pool we'd have some beers In one of our watering holes, And after poker later A good meal would enrich our souls Ah, to go one more time Out with them, Alas most are gone And all I have is memories To help me carry on.