DOGS PLAYING POKER POEM
Painted in 1903 by C.M. Coolidge
The tension spreads throughout the room,
each dog glancing at the next,
paw to paw, face to face,
once a happy time, now amiss,
all but one is happy too,
searching for his existence in the face of decks,
remaining still but shaken at the core.
There hide disappointments in each little one,
looking around searching for the truth,
each one takes a breath, as the next,
but patience is of the essence.
He buried his face in his heart,
searching for his chip,
all was found but the core of the soul,
the game has taken its toll.