The Pinochle Game

Pinochle was the game they played so well.

It often lasted far into the early morning hours.

Every time they could all get together,

All four were brothers and card sharks all,

Just four bold heads around a table.

Those heads shone brightly under the ceiling light.

They would play each card of every hand

By slamming it down hard upon the table

As if to emphasize the value of that card.

All were so evenly matched in skills,

No two partners would consistently win a hand.

So the hands on the face of the kitchen wall clock

Have sped through four whole hours on this game.

The stakes in the center of the table seem paltry

Indeed for such a great effort to win,

Just a big pile of large wooden matches.

Perhaps, each match represents some special prize?

Suddenly an unexpected run of good cards

And the East-West team is about to win the game.

Now we will see what is that fabulous prize.

All the loud shouts and friendly jesting

Soon let us know that the matches there are just matches

And the real prize is just to win

And to enjoy the pleasure of shouting and jesting

At their brothers for having lost this game.

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