Showdown
24 July, 2011
Author: LAR
The game had been going on
for over forty years....
In a game of five-card showdown,
with everything on the table,
it was down to the two of us,
and it was up for grabs,
with no one having even a pair.
On my last card I turned a queen —
I had a Lady.
She turned her last,—
and she had her King.
As painful as it was,
I left the table.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Meri (205.188.116.135) -- Wednesday, July 27 2011, 07:32 pm A situation likened to a card game. Very creative and clever. Great wording. Great emotion. |
shadow (24.97.186.36) -- Tuesday, February 4 2014, 04:56 am For guys like us, it often comes down to who leaves the table first. In the long run, it hurts less if we leave, and much more if she leaves the table. |
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