The Marginal Line
The game has a fatal attraction
A joker that's playing for time
When you're holding black aces and eights
While you're playing for nickels and dimes.
And winning or losing depends
On what you can make on the deal
When the cards that will give you an edge
Are only the shreds of ideals
While outside the neons are flashing
And girls hanging out with the boys
Reality's just an illusion
The light playing tricks with your eyes.
Contentment's a dangerous friend
When you live in the comfort zone
Where nothing is all that it seems
With uncertainty chance the unknown.
Though it's easy to lose your direction
And forget to watch out for the sign
As your life crosses over the points
Pass the stops on the Marginal Line.
The above photograph is St Patrick's Church of Ireland,
Tara, as seen from The Mound of The Hostages.
5 comments:
Frank, it is so nice to see that you have discovered the poet within. So all those years in the desert have borne fruit like the prophet said they would. By the way Happy Christmas. Great to hear from you. If you ever need therapy, let me know.
Hi Frank heard you reading the Marginal Line on Google Video. Very goog, liked the photos as well. I clicked on details to right of poem. It dosen't give your blog address. If you check mine you'll see that I have a link to my blog. I think if you click on down load video in your blog and if you still the video details there, you'll be able to edit and put your blog address in. I made same mistake myself but rectified it. It makes it easier for a listener to make a comment. See you at the Scurlogstown Olimpiad.
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Thanks on that Anonymous!
FM.
And also Tom and Michael thanks as well.
FM.
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