I thought I would start with three fingers of Jack…
Sipping it ever so slowly…
Breathing in the aroma with each breath…
Something that would drive away her scent…
The woman standing in the shadows…
Peeking through the blinds…
We were on two separate ships passing in the dark…
When our eyes collided one moonlight night…
I always thought I was the trusting type…
Apparently she’s been burned a few times…
Was it a few seconds, or a few minutes…
It seemed to me to be an eternity…
I know it’s going to take more than three…
Probably at least twelve fingers…
Of that old friend, I thought I would never see again…
“ you got know when to hold them… ”
“ know when to fold them… “
“ know when to walk away… “
“ and no when to run… “
Somewhere between seven and nine fingers…
I should begin to forget the smile on her face…
The perfume she’s always wearing…
All the while, wondering why she’s over there…
And why I’m still lost in those eyes…
“ lyrics by Don Schlitz
The Gambler lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC “
A Poet's Haven 
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