Gambolling Gamblers


Life a deck of cards
Unsure no one marked the cards
We shuffle and deal

Shysters and diehards
Trampled, embittered and scarred
Still we share the meal

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 4, 2017, in Double Senryu, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I like this metaphor, Ben – and that powerful last line. “Still we share the meal”, as there is little choice but to walk away.

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