About fifteen people turned out on Thursday night for the monthly get together of The Meath Writers' Circle and I took the opportunity to record a few more videos, this time handing over the camera to Michael Sheils for the above. This is a poem called "The Marginal Line" and is one of the first I wrote, also the title of a book published by Trafford. Anyway see what you think!
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.
Frank Murphy.
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