A Gamblers Lament

A Gambler’s Lament Lead me out from the madness there in my mind Into the wind of a coming November, Come light now shine your brightest glow And tempt my aging bones; When such a thing as the noise of night Beckons in silence to me I listen to each imagined word For dread I alone to feel no more The muscles that toil beneath my skin, But I long to touch those rolling dice And to hear the slot machines chime; Though bleak in chill this dark possess me The warmth inside the door Lets me feel no gambler’s lament I know not where a morning light shines Far beyond this entrance hung, Yet inside here the smoke filled air Is as sweet as the distant sun; And now I listen to far off sounds Playing forever in my mind That shields me from a gambler’s lament For Sid By M.Norton marklnorton@shaw.ca