A GAME OF CARDS
I was a cancer chancer, twenty times a day.
Nostradamus I was not – I rolled the uncontrollable.
Puffing madness – clouded judgement – brings me here,
sucking at the breast of nurses,
begging for a life.
It was hocus poker, going blind-and-see –
what a way to deal with life's bad hands!
Now I'm weaning back,
trying to pick up,
confident I'll clearly spot the aces.
John Easton
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