the card game at Sam's

we're not

here anymore to play cards,

maybe we never

were.

the five of us

in Sam's basement

with the big fan in the corner,

the faux paneled

walls.

we don't smoke

anymore, we hardly drink.

those days are done.

we shuffle

the cards

and eat our sandwiches.

talking about our

grandchildren now,

not women.

the pot has grown

smaller,

and so have we,

some of us have passed

on.

we're here for other reasons.

not poker

or blackjack.

by being together we've

already won.