I was laying a night,
My arms open wide..
Is life as delight,
As to live for pride..
Maybe it wasn't all,
As it was expected to be,
Suddenly I feel so small,
Is it up to the gamblings policy? !
Is fate not a choice!
And if it is, it has been made!
Can you hear my trembling voice? !
You should all be afraid!
Will it thunder, will it rain?
Will it hail, or will it snow?
People say; ' Oh, can you this explain? !
No! 'Cause I am lost -also-!
Is it Tuesday, is it Friday?
Is it January or June?
People say; ' Oh, is it like when gamblers play? !
Yes! They're playing such a tune!
Gamblers why do you live on luck?
What is it that you seek?
I'll grab you and pain you and throw you in my truck!
And drop you off at someplace mystique..!
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Comments about this poem (Gambling by Dan Lundahl )
- Her enchanted delight, Amgad Samy
- my glasses, Bull Hawking
- 64 and deaf, Cyndi K. Gacosta
- For every star that one see is the star .., Raymond Sawyer
- They came across a homeless-looking man, Cyndi K. Gacosta
- He Is A Clown, Poetic Lilly Emery
- Morally Corrupt, Lawrence S. Pertillar
- hey four eyes with the square tie, Jena Crowe
- Where there respect thus there Star Bucks., Raymond Sawyer
- 84 and couldn't speak English, Cyndi K. Gacosta
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