C. J. Black.
With word of welcome and glad surprise
A long lost friend made contact
He had hit the jackpot and had just claimed first prise
I joked is it the mick you’re trying to extract.
If true it was sweet music to my ears
For years we had been as twins
It’s true I shed sheltered tears
For he who dares eventually wins.
He was a gambler, who played for high stakes
Always with legally borrowed money, understand
He was a fearless gambler who rarely made mistakes
This day at the poker table – he was dealt that ace high hand.
C. J. Black©β