When the Chips Are Down
Don't stop now, you're on a roll,
Trust your luck and seize the goal.
Make your play, climb each mountain,
Sip wine from a golden fountain.
Things look bright, when you're winning,
Helps create a new beginning.
Count your chips, when you're done,
Rest now under setting sun.
You're up again, at morning light,
It won't shine like it did last night.
Stoke that fire, feed it kindling,
Watch your fortune slowly dwindling.
One more chance, you made the call,
Shoved it in and bet it all.
Things look bleak, no place to roam,
Now penniless and heading home.
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