Old Maid

Old Maid


I never was a gambler,

Can't cut the deck in two

I get mine punched -

Marked and bought,

Second-handed too.

Jack of poker,

Hearts and euchre,

Never mastered twenty-one,

Counting cards

And war games

(It's sometimes safer as a pawn.)

I hide behind a countenance

Of indifferent solitaire

But in my heart defiant still

With grey streaks in my hair.

I've lost and won

Had lots of fun,

Made a mess of life again,

Perhaps this time

I'll find some rhyme

Goin' Fishin'

In my 52 pickup.


~Darkling Plain, Aug. 24, 2006