There's time enough for counting

On a warm summers evening on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns a staring out the window at the darkness till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. 

He said, "Girl I've made a life out of readin peoples faces, and knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don't mind my sayin, I can see you're out of aces. For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice". 

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. The he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.  The night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. Said, "If you're gonna play the game, gal, ya gotta learn to play it right". 

"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em. Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when you're sittin at the table. There'll be time enough for counting when the dealin's done". 

"Now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep, cause every hands a winner and every hands a loser, and the best you can hope for is to die in your sleep". 

So when he'd finished speaking, he turned towards the window, crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. Somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even, but in his final words i found an ace that I could keep. 

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold em, 

Know when to walk away, know when to run. 

You never count your money when you're sitting at the table. 

There'll be time enough for counting when the dealin's done. 

I woke this morning with this song pounding in my head and couldn't get rid of it. There's obviously something my sub-concious is trying to tell me. The course is really hard at the moment and it's tired past exhausted. Hopefully, it's time to hold 'em not time to run away. I guess we'll see. 'Something's a foot' .....