It’s too late in the morning for reason.
No excuse seems valid to me.
You dealt your cards, now use them.
Cheating can never be free.
There’s a tax on your woeful behaviour,
A poll to pay; you won’t pass.
There are dues you had to consider,
If you wanted our union to last.
The thrill you had in your dealings,
The hand, to me, that you dealt,
No thought considered the feelings.
Was it worth it for all that you felt?
I’ve thrown my cards on the table,
I relinquish the stakes that I bet,
I’ll take my pot to a different casino.
You stay with the one that you met.
Everything has to be paid for,
All gambles, consider the odds.
Luck, in life and at tables,
Lies in the lap of the gods.
The above is not a reflection on my relationship, as someone expressed concern that a previous one was. It is a combination of imagination and knowledge of people close to me who have had experience of the above.
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