I want to give you reason
To fall safely into my arms
Desperate for another chance
To recoup your heavy losses
After placing a silly bet
That I wouldn't go the distance
Nestle you in forgiving indifference
For your lengthy stay...somewhere else...
Invest in your latest ill-planned scheme
And provide an airtight alibi
For where you were,
When you could have easily been with me...
But needed to double-down, one last hand...
I'd come, without a moment's notice,
To the darkened street corner,
On the outskirts of any town,
Awakened from the comfort of my bed, too wide,
To snatch you, staggering, from too much bourbon,
Too little luck, and not enough sleep,
And tuck you in, tender to the touch
After the awful assault of midnight' s invitation
To gamble away that which you should have kept..
Last Call for lovers, gamblers and Wayward wanderers...
Daylight comes swift, and with all too harsh a judging hand
Let me be your one safe bet...
A true love without judgment. Although if married for many a long year this may be about divorce rather than love. A good write. Love is blind and bank accounts often empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling I receive from this is one felt as expressed from a gambler's perspective... one whose understanding is that Scared money never wins... a wonderfully accurate critique on waywardness of the heart.