Just Once
Waiting for the day when I can say.
The work is done, now I can play.
Or maybe just relax.
But every morning wakes up to the facts.
There's not a soul who can control.
What destiny will deal.
For in the end we realize.
What's real is really real.
We hope and pray for things to come.
A little luck to play the game.
To not just end up feeling numb.
A confession to appease the shame.
Just once is not enough.
When life calls your bluff.
You raise the bet with all you've got.
Hopefully it's worth what you bought.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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