Gamblers Gain
Conform not my reply, say lest
it is the quiet's way, infest
and all that seek chance, ply invest
and all that labor ~ try in wrest!
Where mockery lays to rest
and years gone by are best . .
I lay my quandary's test
. . . God's laundry of duress!
Can fool the purse of paradise,
the gamblers take their lives
and counterfeit the makings of the sky
God's bless!
I ask the reasons why, confess
conditions would imply, at best
conform not my reply, say lest
It is the quiet's way infests!
The drummer drums his eye, impress
the sinner lives a lie, regress
and fortune hunters die wealth's fest . . .
where gain not be abide . . . peace's nest!
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