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The Gambler…

The Gambler…
I asked my mother, she didn’t hear.
	I asked my father; he was in fear.
I asked my teacher, he didn’t know;
	he turned toward me, ready to blow. 
I ask some questions and wonder why.
	What happens to us when we all die?
What happens to grapes when become wine?
	All sweet and lovely, heavenly fine.
What happens within a dark black cloud?
	Shouting and laughing thundering loud!
What is the meaning of life as is?
	Learning to lose, and losing it is!
Life is a gamble with no winning hand.
	Sooner or later, losing demand.
Hope to have a chance for one more game; 
        losing and losing no one to blame. 
We take chances, sometimes with an Ace!
	Nothing is certain but lose with grace.
Another chance, with another glance;
	wishful and happy, ready to dance.
No matter aces, no matter kings;
	all of us losers, even the kings.

Haloo
6/2014

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