When loving is reduced to contract
Meaning to avoid loneliness
For a happy living and striving
Illusory phantasms to seduce
And feel wanted
There has to be a thought
That goes to further elimination
The barriers and the last card
To be thrown first
Then how shall the game of cards
With sandwiches in hands
In smoky ambience and cracked tables
Shall life take a beginning
When you want to win
The first round
Before hand
12/6/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems this is the a poker game knowing the ways and technique of your opponents. Lose some to be able to win the game.....Great poem! ! !