It’s so easy, really,
when you have no blue
nor a seven, and so
you pick and you pick
and you pick, and your chances
of winning lessen with each
yellow four, each red six
But there’s so little at stake,
and so you laugh
as your hand fills to spilling.
No one is dying
and no one is lost
so you let luck
punch you in the gut
again and again.
You have favors
to call in later.
For now,
all you have to do
is find a little blue.
What’s another
yellow reverse?
What’s another
green two?
Interesting poem! I’m curious, does it go beyond and have a deeper meaning than the actual game? I would love to hear the meaning behind it if it does, if it does not, it’s still a very nice poem!
well, yes. I guess what is really at stake in this poem is that there are other parts of life where it is not so easy to let go of the outcome. And it was such a great pleasure last night to realize that no matter how “bad” things went for me, it was easy to laugh and joke and be happy. It’s been a big week for me, several deaths of friends and family, and several other deep losses. In the big game of life, it’s not so easy to be laughing and joking as things fall apart.
I haven’t played UNO in such a long time, loved the game and this little bit of nostalgia. Thank you.
it was somehow such a delight to realize how little attachment I had to the outcome … so unlike other parts of life. 🙂
So much more to this than meets the eye! Well written 👌
thank you!