|By Punch Magazine [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons|
A birthday present led to OTB
when she had foresight at age thirty three.
From there she went with the football pool
then hit the cards—she was too cool.
Winning small change led to larger wagers
including saving nothing for her older ages
And now she’s breaking bad from deal to deal
gambling on friendship for her next meal.
She knocked at my palace door just last night;
and I let her win, took her inside
Where she saw my poverty, I her fright
that she’d have to give in or lose her fight.
Today—sadly, gladly—I hardly knowWith what emotion I let her go.
Written for Marian's Let It Go at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Reposted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #195
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast