Ode to Bridge

While enjoying all the festivities at the Minnesota Tourney this weekend at Mystic Lake, longtime player and youth education guru Evan Sachs gave me this.  As you can see, Evan's talents are not restricted to the bridge table.

A Paeon of Love

This Bridge, in all its complex ways

The sands of time does mock.

Competitors, at every age

Ignore the ticking clock.

It's here we shed our adult years

For pseudo-mortal strife

"Bang,bang--you're dead!" then on we go

Restored once more to life.

To teach young minds, so keen to start

So masterpoints be earned

With subdued tone they say to me

"It's too much to be learned."

And there's the nugget they've unearthed

T'was waiting to be found

Their youthful eyes ahd spotted it

Just lying on the ground.

If we did nothing but play Bridge

Until our heavenly call

It still would be impossible

For us to learn it all.

This game has given so much to us

We must reciprocate

Expose young minds to Bridge's lore

Before it is too late.

We'll pass the siren song of Bridge

To youth's receptive heart

And know, that in the scheme of things,

That we have done our part.

So point by point I inch along

To scale that lofty ridge

Just once to view, with all of you

The Majesty of Bridge.