Daniel Klein

“Of mice and men – of dice and sin,” the gambler spoke words of no sense. 
Nonetheless, little Timmy was enamored by words seemingly full of introspection.

Something truly grand must be conveyed within this expression.
For what in the world could be more intense
than a play on words so dense?

For things contain both rhyme & reason, never just rhyme.
Matter specifics they do not when spoken so eloquently.
Accordingly, Timothy sat there deliberating with glee
thinking of the true meaning behind the gambler’s soliloquy.

Rumination turned to tribulation
Timmy believed that only the cards could hold the secret
He knew the truth to be confirmed the day his maker he would meet

Mom started off by bringing pop to Timmy
Father would eventually bring beer to a now flailing Timothy
Tired from looking at cards
He moved to the felt in a vain effort to return color to his eyes.

Timothy could not figure it out before the final dream-time.
He could only ask himself whether “meaning was ever to be mine?”

After pondering for so long, he turned to the gambler and asked what was the connection between mice and men with dice and sin.
There was no response, only the gambler’s defeated grin.

Timothy is now old and has a beard full of different grays.
How could a game of solitaire last till the end of days?