29 May 2012
His pulse had nearly doubled
The prize, a hundred grand
A lifetime's careful saving
On the outcome of this hand
The dealer turned them over
The two and three of hearts
His palms had begun sweating
His breath in fits and starts
She knew just what he needed
The ace of hearts alright
And knew the next card would dictate
How he left the room that night
So as she turned it over
He drained his glass of scotch
And calmly closed his eyes
As he couldn't bear to watch
Did the dealer lay the ace?
Did he win or lose?
I'm gonna leave it hanging
And let the readers choose...
Pulse • Opuss № I