Feb 2013
Thousands of ants creeping and crawling
Around and over me
Forty floors, no one cares I'm falling
They mean nothing to me
Alone in a group of eleven
I don't play the same game
The odds are against me, not even
But I do know my name
I am usually gregarious
Now, alone with my thoughts
Anonymity not serious
Warm poems in my head, lots
Around and over me
Forty floors, no one cares I'm falling
They mean nothing to me
Alone in a group of eleven
I don't play the same game
The odds are against me, not even
But I do know my name
I am usually gregarious
Now, alone with my thoughts
Anonymity not serious
Warm poems in my head, lots
With a group of ten others, mostly strangers who like to gamble, at an Atlantic City Casino this past weekend. I don't gamble! Not a deep poem, but alone in a crowd for three days causes one to be a bit shallow an introspective. Thanks for reading.
