ONE FOR THE LIVING- TWO FOR THE DEAD
Family and friends sat around the table
Enjoying the evening with pink lemonade
Poker and life are games for the living
Taken with caution but not underplayed
Cards are shuffled and all are waiting
Then a stranger buys in wearing dark shades
Everyone’s happy and stacking their chips
Stranger is drinking quite unafraid
Cards are flying with all the trash talk
Lovers are smiling to a sweet serenade
Two cards down and the flop spreads open
Stranger is dealing, reactions delayed
These ace’s and eights are a sorrowful picture
But life is a gamble, a double edged blade
The turn is dropped, a duce on the table
And the man with the axe doesn’t meet the grade
Stranger smiles and raises the call to all in
I follow with confidence, innocent and unswayed
Torn from the heart as he slams down the river
Three duces for the stranger, a black hand grenade
Roads like this weren’t meant to be taken.
Hands like this weren’t meant to be played.
Can’t I just fold and get some new hold cards?
Dealt from the bottom, I feel so betrayed.
The pair that once was is now broken in two.
An ante like that should never be paid