Last Hand in the deck

Round and round the wheel spins, in a smoky haze

Lost in the game, in the dim-lit smoky blaze

He's got a glint in his eye, a hand that's never beat

But every shot he takes, drifts further in defeat

Once he was the king, the master of the table

Every chip he owned, a small victorious fable

Winning’s all he knew, the house his foolproof foe

But luck's a fickle friend, slipping out like midnight’s glow

Sinking slow in another glass, drowning silent screams

Chasing fleeting dreams, unraveling at the seams

His pockets bare, his mind elsewhere, lost beneath the haze

Fading into shadows, fading into a dazed phase

Oh, the house always wins, but he played his game

Thought he'd beat the odds, but lost in the fame

Drunk on sorrow, sinking low, in the pouring rain

The final hand, the last stand, a man women blame

"Told you so, silly boy," she'd say with a sigh

Watching him drown, in his last goodbye

Fingers trembling, coins fall like tears in a storm

Once a gambler's grace, now just a form

Running out of luck, losing more than he owns

In the dim-lit alleyways, he's all alone

Haunted by the past, every loss feels so immense

Chasing ghosts in every drink, in the aftermath of his incense

His wife’s words echo, a silent, haunting sound

"Told you so, silly boy," as he’s dragged down

Oh, the house always wins, but he played his game

Thought he'd beat the odds, but lost in the fame

Drunk on sorrow, sinking low, in the pouring rain

The final hand, the last stand, a man women blame

"Told you so, silly boy," she'd say with a sigh

Watching him drown, in his last goodbye

In the hollow of the night, he falls to the ground

Lost in the liquor’s grip, nowhere to be found

A toast to yesterday, a toast to the pain

In the mirror’s reflection, only loss remains

Judy’s voice fading, like a distant song

Told you so, silly boy, you played too long

Now he’s just a shadow, in the fading light

A gambler’s tale, let's go home.