A One Eyed Jack
I have known hard times, friend,
And I've had cash to spend.
Slept on the ground a lot,
And on a rich man's cot.
I owned cows once or twice,
Lost 'em all with the dice.
Played some cards, won 'em back -
Lost to a one eyed Jack.
Fell in love with a maid
Who wore a long black braid.
She left town with my gold -
Left me here to get old.
Here I sit in this town -
Gave it up and sat down.
I like it here, I think,
Pipe to smoke, jar to drink.
What more could one soul want?
Could be a place to haunt.
Just lie here on my back -
Think of that one eyed Jack.
For contest 120 Words for Silent One
2-9-18
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2018
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