The Gambler
I sat at table set for poker,
the devil's dealer dealing joker.
When delt my hand he dealt my fate,
two pair I had both of eight.
I wore my poker face so well,
to make the pot swell and swell.
When I had had all my share,
I pushed all in for all to stare.
In giving cards one final glance,
I said, "Four eights now take your chance."
The dealer gave an evil grin,
then he said, "Four nines I win."
And as I left with pockets filled with lint,
I thought how can I pay the rent.
Rather going home to face the wife,
I just as soon as take my life.
And there it was a wad of cash, just lying there.
I said to self a gift to prayer.
I picked it up and started home to pay my bills,
on second thought what's one more deal.
9/23/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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