Tuesday, November 14, 2023

A poem …

 Wager


He sits and looks as his old man’s hand

Reminds him that by now he should have got

It. What it’s all about. He’s still not sure.

He thinks that  maybe that’s what it’s about.

Not being sure, but sooner or later 

Having to place a bet. His money’s on mystery.

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