Death, My Poker Faced Dealer... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

When comes my time to fold or call.....what shall I see?

Breaking Orbs, black holes in space... a House of Deity?

The notion of Death will ne'er occlude my Souls chastity

In raising the odds to cover 'The Houses' expectancies.

I'll place my cards face up, accept the hand dealt to me;

Faith, my life lone certitude- The House will welcome me.



________________ ~F j R~________________



FjR-MMXVIX