The Gamble Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The Gamble
Rating: ★5.0
Cards are dealt, as players take
their hands. With a smile some give
little. With a smile some give grand.
Will they fall, or will they stand?
Probally shouldn't be there, (thin
straw) .. And its the devils draw..
In the house of the devil, don't expect
God to keep answering your calls.. If
you lay down, your All..
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: choice,gamble,god,life
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5/3/2024 3:03:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful piece on life, dreams and gambling. I totally agree with your expression, 'And its the devils draw.. In the house of the devil, don't expect God to keep answering your calls..' A thought provoking poem....top score!