Looking Back At Three (Not All) Of The Favorites Of The Hermit Poet’s Poems # 3

 

Poem 3 of 3

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Originally published July 29th, 2017

 

The old gambler

Lived in a small pool cabana

At a rundown motel

On Miami Beach

One evening

We drank several beers

Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill

When it was time for me to leave

Never again would we meet

The old gambler said:

“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”

 

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