My Wager with Death
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 02-24-2006
Age Rating: 7 to 127
When first he bid her come
Death waited with hat in upper hand
While I sought some clever way
To loose his grip upon her fate
Shifting the match point over to me
Nonchalantly leaning on a lamp post
He snuffed out a flickering flame
By which only she could see
And cutting one notch
In his walking cane
I saw more than a lamp
Dimmed---on that dismal day
When he stole away her sight
He stole away my soul
But this timeless charlatan still had
Some tricks up his sleeve
And an obvious Ace in the hole
I gamely wagered---card for card
With deceit he pretended the game was sport
When he raised the ante
Playing all his black chips
I knew then he dealt from the bottom
So when he called me I folded
Then like a claim jumper stole my stake
And tight leashed he led her away
To put her down
Which damned me to eternal Hell
Not fit punishment enough
For a pitiful neophyte gambler
Who chanced to put down his best friend's life
For hope and meagerly table stakes
Tipping his hat---shaking my hand
With victory dripping from frothy lips
He said 'Thanks sport!"
And holding me sway with an icy cold voice
He said "Only a fool plays against the house."
"At any rate your friend's soul was mine
From the moment you first took her home
I don't play dice---I play cards!"
Then notching again his cane
He spun on his heel
And while twirling
Jumped into his own gleaming eye
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Don't do that again! Don't ever play someone elses game. When making a bet, play your own game, and make sure you can win, gambling is fun, but not when the stakes are high, if your not willing to loose everything. But, what could you do? I don't have an answer to that one, but if it were me, I don't think I would have folded, it seems to me it's better to loose than to give up. But then again maybe you didn't want to add to his satisfaction and so maybe you did do the right thing in the end, and so maybe you saved your soul after all, don't feed into the lies of this world, if he wasn't worried about you he never would have bothered to play. So you got something, what, that's not for me to know, but you have a story to tell, you just haven't lived it yet. Great write, good job, thanks,
This is a great story, like Tiffany says, somewhat along the lines of "Spanish Train". I like poems that tell stories and this tells a good one and kept my attention througout. Well done.