A Pack of Cards and a Glass of Gin

Under pen-name Ali Azim

Every night, same game

Same seat in the corner

Some old man, alone.

He orders his regular

And deals out the pack

 

Every night, same hands

Weathered, pale, deal

Each card faced up, alone.

Fortune is ready to choose

Who will rise and who will fall.

 

This night, the odds

 Are stacked against you

Lady Luck has left, alone.

Tomorrow awaits you

Painful, harsh, disappointing.

 

Every day, his consequences

Unfold. For those that are good

Others must suffer, alone.

He shows no mercy, no guilt

Just deals the cards- the bitter blow.