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Alexander Lloyd Twyman
Poems
Jan 2011
The Gambler
He was a solitary man
and he wasn't to be alive
for long
He went to the smoking dens
to play games of chance
and he brought a smile
He only wanted more time
away from the darkest door
and to walk towards some light
But look at his grin
as a hand is laid upon him
and he looks upon an ace
He falls to his knees
and he cannot believe
what the dealer laid
The king of spades
supports his grin, and
the Queen does the same
He takes his chips
and grabs the cash
and his ride home
Upon opening the door
he finds familiar solitude
in an empty squalor
The apartment speaks
and says to his soul
that he is nothing
No amount of winnings
could ever alleviate him
No amount of beer
could make him happier
No amount of women
could ever fill that hole
Good night,
you sweet gambler
Good night,
man of chance
Good night,
you lost soul
Good night,
you old romantic
Good night.
Written by
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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