Pay the Dealer

This was a Poetry Poker poem I wrote when I played it with my students in my English class on Friday afternoons.

Christine Haggerty Red Thorn Butterfly

Pay the Dealer
Time to pay the dealer
it was fun while it lasted
but now it has you blind
Time to fold your wings
and come down from the sky
because while you soared
you never learned how to fly
Time to end the mischief
all the lying’s done you in
first you ran, then you faltered
and it hurts to watch you drop
Time to pay the dealer.
Time to feel it.
Time to stop.

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