Tom Beatty

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Tom Beatty

I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitney

Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Standard,

For I tried the rights of property,

Although by lamp-light, for thirty years,

In that poker room in the opera house.

And I say to you that Life’s a gambler

Head and shoulders above us all.

No mayor alive can close the house.

And if you lose, you can squeal as you will;

You’ll not get back your money.

He makes the percentage hard to conquer;

He stacks the cards to catch your weakness

And not to meet your strength.

And he gives you seventy years to play:

For if you cannot win in seventy

You cannot win at all.

So, if you lose, get out of the room⁠—

Get out of the room when your time is up.

It’s mean to sit and fumble the cards,

And curse your losses, leaden-eyed,

Whining to try and try.