(20 minute poetry)
I could put a dollar on a horse's head,
'BetFred?'
but I choose not too,
life's not a gamble to gamble your way through,
true I could win
but I'm more likely to lose
'choose wisely'
the old gypsy told me
as I crossed her palm
with a silver coin.
Today's like a race,
four horses
a quarter the odds a place
but my heart's not in it
I am the starter so
no chance to win it
moving on
and yet each course
is the same one.
Leave it behind
and though blind
to the pitfalls
I won't fall.
The high wire makes
a liar of me and
Niagra's just another
river I must cross
with
silver in my hair.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
I could put a dollar on a horse's head,
'BetFred?'
but I choose not too,
life's not a gamble to gamble your way through,
true I could win
but I'm more likely to lose
'choose wisely'
the old gypsy told me
as I crossed her palm
with a silver coin.
Today's like a race,
four horses
a quarter the odds a place
but my heart's not in it
I am the starter so
no chance to win it
moving on
and yet each course
is the same one.
Leave it behind
and though blind
to the pitfalls
I won't fall.
The high wire makes
a liar of me and
Niagra's just another
river I must cross
with
silver in my hair.
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