King of Clubs

What might have brightened sober days Is now a poison clearly seen Within the labyrinthine ways Of hearts and their fugacious queen. The king of clubs once owned my dreams And all the diamonds in the crown, But then long years and clever schemes Paid back the debt which trod me down. I did once play a game of spades Which brought me quick and short relief, Though I knew well that he who wades Through life is but a drowning thief. And now, that all the deck is stacked Against the joy of yesterdays, The bridge to knavery is wracked And youth is trumped inside a maze. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com