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When The Chips Are Down
(25th March 1943 / )

When The Chips Are Down

Poem By Ernestine Northover

Let's put our cards on the table,
You tell me just how you feel,
Deal with me very carefully,
And know that this is for real.

Don't shuffle with agitation,
This has cut me to the core,
You just don't know how it's hurting,
You said you'd pack it in. You swore,
That you would end this affair with her,
But I don't believe you will,
It's a pretty rummy kind of thing.
We can't bridge the gap, and the chill
Is setting in, and so it's time now
To decide just what to do,
Because I'm not going to carry on
Putting up with a guy like you.

They say that life's a gamble,
I know this to be true,
But I've totally lost my patience,
So I'm telling you we're through.

No need to frown, when the chips are down,
You know the score, now there's the door!

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (5)

There comes a moment when there is little choice but to shuffle the deck. Great write, Ernestine (no bluffing) ! ! Brian
And here's the score...10. A moment that had to happen, inevitable maybe.Sometimes when the trust is gone a star forgets how brightly it's shone.Love Duncan
E., this is fablous! ! Unless you have been there, it is hard to know the courage that it took to tell him, 'Hit the Road, Jack - And Don't You Come Back No More! ' Fact or fiction, this is great! Scarlett
A very nice way to give him the kick he needs! Great one! Best regards Purple Rose
You let 'm have it Ernestine! I hope this is purely fictional! It reminds me of my ''For you my friend'' poem. I loved this! Sincerely, Mary