Joe Rosochacki Poems
|561.||A Stand-Up Priest||5/9/2009|
|562.||A Peasant Girl Who Left Poland||4/1/2011|
|563.||A Record Breaking No Deal||5/6/2009|
|564.||A Suicide, Politicians And Cover-Ups, Oh My!||5/7/2009|
|565.||A Great Greek Tragedy||5/12/2009|
|566.||Birdie On The Seventh Hole, Shoot Like A Pro||5/11/2009|
|567.||It’s My Party (A Parody Dedicated To Paris Hilton)||5/12/2009|
|568.||A Tribute To Randy Pausch, Eric Griffiths, And Patrick Swayze||9/15/2009|
|569.||A Do-Over Again?||5/8/2009|
|570.||Toot-Toot-Tootsie Good Bye (Well Toot Toot Tootsie Goodbye Toot Toot Tootsie Don'T Cry)||5/11/2009|
|571.||A New Low For Air Transport||5/4/2009|
|572.||A Penny For Your Thoughts||5/5/2009|
|573.||A Dead Hand||5/6/2009|
Comments about Joe Rosochacki
A Dead Hand
You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealins' done.
David Reese too young to fold,
David Reese a popular jack of all trades when it came to poker,
the skill that he played poker,
- was his ace of his sleeve.
He played poker without deuces wild,
not needing Jokers.
To bad his lungs were not flushed out for him to breathe,
Was is the casino smoke? ...
As the top spins, spins effortlessly rotates, rotates
It comes again, again
Again as in times past ages past
When blues yields to red
Speed of photons decrease
End of daylight has at last, at last