Now it is seen clear
Though I need view it through a glass
All warmth is now felt through a blanket of darkness
That wet, smelly thing
What once was chance at peace everlasting
Has been played
The table is closed up and with it
That which I held in pocket to tip the fates
My gamble at what was out of reach
I stare at the victors all beaming with pride
As inside a goulash of feelings boils strong
All one wishes not to be stirs inside this pot of pity
For my part, I drink almost in splendor;
gulping and gulping until the disgusting brew tastes better
Better than all the tonics of love and success.
Here am I, so honest and bitter
Unaware of how others court and bet with such skill
I wonder if I shall ever join their ranks
Or continue guzzling this rancid drink
Until my deathbed do I reach.