Solitary Confinement
Solitary
( confinement )
Sitting alone, fifty two in hand.
Fate dealt what ?, to this man.
A gift of four beauty Queens,
before these eyes stand,
what is it ?, that life means
for the man in his house of cards,
a man who attempts to play the game of bards.
A realization that life, sometimes, is not fare
especially for a man that plays games of solitaire,
who knows, in the end, will never get him there .
B. J. “A” 2
November 7th, 2012
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