Three Hands With an Ace
Three hands
Are holding my ace
To win the game,
That I bet my life on
Hopefully,
I don’t lose
I don’t want to give
Up my life....
My life
That has always been mine
My life
That this ace must love
Like its own
This ace knows
It’s place....
It collects the cards
That make up
My hand
My hand spirals left,
And takes myself AWAY
From me, sadly....
Sadly, IT ALL COMES BACK
But in a very different form....
The ace lost, after all....
It was NO MATCH for me, AT ALL....