The eye dims
Ears collect less
Touch dulled
As does taste
Balance falters
Along with reason
My hourglass has no sand
Hands can't hold
Memory fades
Pain is constant
With confusion
To decide is difficult
Nothing is easy
Except doing nothing
Time takes too long
Like healing
A little is too much
More is less also
Slight of hand is
Slow of hand
A mix of magic
Bubbles away
The Keeper has quit
To another time and world
There's no anchor
No solid ground
No seed to plant or grow
Support has dry rot
No cover available
Alone not a choice
Just reality....
Cards to play in a game
With no rules
You want to fold
Not allowed
You don't pick the
Players either
And they have been here
A long time
A stacked deck
Against you too
Don't have a prayer
But must play
That's life and also
That it is UNFAIR
Pray or curse
Shuffle and deal
You cannot forfeit
Can't lose and leave early
Forget the sum of your parts
And bid and play like you know
Join the masses knowing
Nothing just like you
Try to recall wisdom
From Mom and Dad
Or anything else
While in the thick
No pause to think or plan
Not one to tap you
On what to play when
Bid high to call trump
Going set is common
Smile anyway
Enjoy the few moments
When you still might win
Against odds they don't
Want you to know...
Playing blind is part
Of the fun they say
They lie... a lot
Unlike you they don't
Suffer the loss
What you can't afford
What you are tempted to do
Simply not allowed
Not possible
How long to play ?
Until death
And you don't want
To go sober...
Davis F. Roush Jr.
For the guys
