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The Gambler

--For my Mother.

 

Insert another Day in the slot machine

Betting on happiness

Waiting for the stars to align

the wild lights flashing

Toss aside the mathematical improbability

You know the possibility:

Quarters dancing in the metal pan

Soliciting shrills of joy

 

Such a simple game

between you and the button

trapped in this 11 by 11 casino

All you can do is wishing

 

Cigarette smoke making you teary-eyed

Stench of alcohol making you nauseous

 

You get up to leave

But the machine is screaming:

“What's one more day?

When you are betting on happiness?

Don't you hear the laughters?

Don't you see the lights flashing?

Tomorrow is the day,

that I can't promise.

But sit down one more time

All you can do is wishing”

 

Wishing, pushing

Hoping , waiting

Dreaming, waking

Crying, leaving.

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