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Playing the Hand

Poetry By: GFJones

It has been said that, “you can never go home again”. Home, a place, an idea, a relationship, once changed can you ever recapture those first innocent moments of attraction and affection? If we try, what will happen?

Submitted:Aug 8, 2009    Reads: 172    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

You knew me when I was a two faced rambler
attention seeking, a social scrambler
afresh to meet, this now ex-gambler
come stroll along with this humbled ambler
It's not the way the cards are played
But how to change the color jade
To gold this life has been remade
The pot was won, the debt is paid
Alas this joy meets with contempt
Too familiar be the gamblers lament
The distance grows, forgiveness exempt
Sad payment for this humbled vent
The order, which you believe is true
Confirms all that which you eschew
Permits you not to see anew
No foul this time, the pity's you
So dawn I now a new arrayment
Hindered not by your constrainment
My joy not bound by any containment
The destination close to full attainment
So what of you? are we still broke?
Yet love resides within this cloak
and love I will despite the smoke
No longer burdened by the yoke


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