'Confessions' - Poem by Bernard Snyder
I've made some mistakes
burned a few bridges,
got ‘played' once or twice
by some vindictive witches (but that's okay)
I met a sly fox once
dressed in sheep's clothing,
she had very nice qualities
but she was way too controlling
it seems we were playing ‘poker'
I saw the hand she was holding
when she ‘started ‘trippin' and tried to raise me'
I packed my bags and kept rolling (hadn't seen her since)
I've lost my share of cash
trying get-rich quick schemes
playing five lucky numbers
I'd envisioned in a dream,
only to find out hours later
nothing was ever what they seem
another ‘drawing' had just passed
and those numbers never came, (but that was okay too)
I've even rolled the dice a few times
still lucky to be alive,
I went searching for ‘hot' tens'
but all I found was ‘snake eyes,
and even though this may sound strange
I feel it was a blessing in disguise
because I am much wiser person today
having survived the gambles and
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