2 Dollars of 3

Grant-Grey Guda

Those two dollars of three seemed at large,
They seemed, so lonely at the barge,
On those tables they cried in pain,
Being thrown in riotous glee,
Those cards were no friend they hated,
And gloat being made kings over me,
I sulked and I screamed without avail,
IF only a hand could free me,
In sadness I sat and bounced with dismay,
Only to be stuffed with the rest.

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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