The players.

The players.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The players.
Around the card table
gambling;
uncertainty always played its hand
as did
choice,
badluck,
luck,
loss,
hope,
and indecision.
on leaving the table,
unfortunately quit
was always late
to intervene.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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aint it the truth ... sad day when the federal government of the United States of America became involved in the numbers racket :( tho this certainly applies sound wisdom for all the players left anonymous ... :((
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

indeed ,yes E It is happening here in the corruption stakes.
Einstein Noodle

8 Years Ago

the corruption stakes oh my ...sounds as a good title for your sequel to this sir ;)
The wisdom found in the words of Kenny Rogers ... life is sort of a gamble. Clever piece, Andrew:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you pryde for your kind words
My great grandfather was a gentleman train gambler... until somebody shot him. I am certain your poem hits reality right between the eyes.
Simple truth, really good.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you for your words softly
Clever as always. Love your ideas. :) EL

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you elmarie

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