LAMENT OF AN AGED BRIDGE-PLAYER
Oh, life was sweet for oldies when
We could come out to play:
A game of bridge is such great fun -
The highlight of the day!
Sometimes I’ll bid quite brilliantly
Pull off a masterstroke -
How often Joe will spoil it all
And suddenly revoke!
The game is serious for Flo:
She’s always very keen -
But not too sure, these latter days,
If she should trump that Queen.
We’ll have a whispered gossip next
About Fay: “Silly dress!
She used to be a hairdresser -
Her own is such a mess!”
It’s clear that Cyril isn’t well:
His bad leg’s very sore;
But no one in the Club will let
Sly Cyril do the score.
“You should have opened One No Trump!”
This comes from bossy Pat.
She used to be a schoolteacher -
And often tells us that!
When stern-faced Annie gets the chance
She’ll always have a moan;
She’s strict on sticking to the rules
But whoops - there goes her phone!
There’s smelly Sam and desperate Dan,
Whose hearing-aid will hiss,
And all these funny characters
Are people that I’ll miss.
Pass on the boards, pack up the cards,
Tuck tablecloths away
And hope it’s true we’ll meet again
Some future sunny day.
Farewell the joys of yesteryear,
I see them shining plain:
Those golden afternoons of bridge -
When will they come again?
Jenny Kinton (silebypoet)