COUNT THE CARDS

Something illuminates in her brown eyes,

I can’t forget about her father who tried,

She stays distance from him but loves him,

Recalling her childhood years, as he calls her Din.

 

A carpenter who can build anything from a wooden block,

A keepsake chest made for her without a lock,

Creating, building and touching her heart,

She will rekindle with him, back from the start.

 

Do not hold a grudge against your household,

Since their eyes see beneath what is told,

I am complete when she embraces my chest,

As we our one, forever, as we will never rest.

 

In life, sometimes you question if that happen before,

Your dreams reciprocate the situation of what’s in store,

I surpassed being a CIA, as they told me it was unreal,

If that’s what you believe, go for it, as you control the wheel.

 

A wheel can control the traction and steer a ship,

It will eventually need to be replace if you go on a trip,

Or in case of an emergency, you hope you have a spare,

“Mille Bornes” was a card game that I played in my childhood years.

 

That was the first attraction where I learnt about hazards or risks,

The best feeling was holding the remedy card in your fist,

That’s where I learnt about keeping track of points on the sheet,

A ledger that kept track of the score that your opponent could tweak.

 

To make sure the paperwork was right, I had to count the cards,

That was the first step of assurance, I had to count to work hard,

The worst was getting a speed limit reduction as there was a delay,

But eventually, it was resolved and you could cruise all day.

 

If you had that remedy card, it helped your highest score,

I almost lost the information as I was on a grand tour,

There is reason why I purchase the last two vehicles,

A secret that will be brought forth in a new sequel.

 

Some business industries have riddles for solving,

While they are cashing in as it keeps on evolving,

Do I have proof?  Just find the adjusted identifier,

Or a vintage holder that brings life to a new tire.