The game

A Poem by Jolan H

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We met, and played in a chance meeting
The next we met my wallet took a beating
Your smug smile and money pile made me a loser sore
If I lose this hand, it may cost my wedding band, and I shown the door
With trembling hand I pick them and see what I get.
Your smug smile will be gone in a way you won't soon forget
I play meek and put all my money in
You place all of yours in as well now let the fun begin
Your house is full and remind me of your skill
But I hold each shiny ace, and your hand can't pay the bill
You in frustration point to the door
I leave with head held high to gamble nevermore

© 2019 Jolan H

Author's Note

I wrote this In five minutes be kind

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poetgurl

it's very nice, such a fun write. Nicely done

Posted 4 Years Ago

4 Years Ago

Yeah I love writing poetry in the moment

Julie McCarthy (juliesp..

wow love this, its so deep, not sure if its about the marriage or gambling or both, but loved it, and be kind yes I will, i write all my poems quickly even the longest ones, so yes be gentle on me too ! thanks loved this

Posted 5 Years Ago

Cherrie Palmer

Cute and fun, playing your hand close to the vest. Good timing. You paced the events just right.
I miss playing a little poker. Years ago we would take turns hosting a poker game. Awe to be young again.