A Gamble Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
A Gamble
Yours was all a bluff
put out there
on the table;
I could only guess
where it would end
in
A high stakes
gamble on love.
Some players
love their games
till they stop
being fun;
when the best is called
and the horses run.
The game you play
has grown cold,
time for you to fold;
go gamble
with another's heart.
This girl
doesn't play at love;
I was holding the ace
from the start.
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