Gather Stashed Chips Up Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Gather Stashed Chips Up

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Gather stashed chips up while you may,
Time’s chimes tick tocsin flying
luck that still sees the light today
Chance soon turns, boon denying.

Rich stake once lost may not return
to line stitch pocket, betting
is fun when winning, luck may turn
loss apple-cart upsetting.

That win's best blessed which scorns greed's thirst,
when Chance has sped, choice rash is,
when dispossessed, blood vessels burst,
and Fortune flies, buys crashes !

For dreams of break the bank sublime
too often must miscarry
as wishful-thinking pantomime
can’t self-destruction parry.

Can’t conjur back bright bonus pay,
pay off revolving debit,
nor save, however hard you pray,
nor loud expletives edit.

A million dollars bank has lent
soon's spent, fate's icy finger
may assets freeze, naught left for rent,
once unstuck, luck won't linger.

Cheque double-checked may draw a blank
earmarked 'return to sender'
foreclosing home, high status, rank,
caught, court case sentence render.

Bonanzas, difficult to earn,
anticipations whetting,
when pastures green fates fickle spurn
prove mirage, best forgetting.

Leave in the black, not red immersed,
when tables turn what flashes
can compensate for cash reversed,
bland banker’s forty lashes?

Game end, be coy, spend well swift time,
do not at table tarry,
wins quick enjoy – or not a dime
is left – obliged to marry !

30 July 1991

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