Narrative poetry, The unpredictable life of a gambler's wife
A once-in-a-life-time double roll, whoa!
It's four o'clock in the morning. The last flicker dimmed in the smoldering fireplace
I'm sitting here shivering, too uncaring to replace the wooden logs, or to continue running this dismal race
Seems I always come in second even though I keep up a hurried pace
Sometimes I wonder if you are the devil's invisible friend?
You seduce, you demand, then you disappear around the sightless bend
You call and expect me to come running wherever you decide to land
A sleepy motel, or if I'm lucky in Vegas in the VIP Grand
This time I think I'll pass and remember my mother's warning, " Once a gambler always a gambler. One day he's broke the next day his pocket's jingling with dough "
I think I'll see if I can get the fireplace going again, stoking the smoking logs, I see a flicker, soon the flame is sparkling. Geez it feels like I've hit the jackpot, if so, I think I'll relent and join him and play the roulette wheel, perhaps if I'm lucky I'll hit number seven on a-once-in-a-lifetime-double-seven-roll Whoa!