Looking For Love

What a night!!

First the cards ran, then they galloped.

Whatever I needed; came,

And I turned it into a disaster.

It’s a really small stakes game.

Nobody gets hurt, or at least shouldn’t.

I set a record, winning $100.

But the “buy-in” box was short $25.

Everyone pays in $25, but this night someone forgot…

And I was angry

Not because I collected only $75, but

No one suggested we each put in $3.15 to make it right.

I could have offered that solution,

But I expected at least one of my friends to propose the split.

Nobody, not one of my “friends” , no-o body!!

What kind of buddies are these?

Next day I emailed each and every one of them.

Even the guy who had left before we found the shortage.

I expressed my disappointment with them.

I’m sure I’ve done stupider things, I just can’t remember when.

I got a couple of sympathy notes

And one short email that I will remember.

Jimmy wrote, asking why I hadn’t suggested we split the tab,

And mildly chastised my assault on the guys.

Later that morning I sent a note.

No apology, no sir!

I told them that a 90-year old cousin had died.

He was a complete stranger to my poker buddies.

It’s two days later; my cousin is still dead,

And I don’t know what to say to the guys.

Jerry will start a new control system next month.

I’m not ready to apologize.