In search of a game I left my home. <br />No goals or aims; content to roam. <br />I followed a path of unusual bent. <br />The cards and the women were heaven sent. <br /> <br />So just let it ride on the turn of a wheel, <br />on the click of a gear and a prayerful appeal. <br />Just let it glide in the spin of a deal, <br />a moment transfixed, trips up time surreal. <br /> <br />I built my abode at a frantic pace. <br />With rich design and stucci. <br />I'd found the code for eternal grace, <br />and the secret of being lucky. <br />If I was a soulless outsider, <br />I still danced upon the edge. <br />I laughed at yawning danger, <br />and scorned the coward's pledge. <br /> <br />So just let it lie on the throw of a die. <br />A fortune risked in the blink of an eye. <br />Just let it lie. The wages of zen. <br />The gods play the odds <br />with the calculation of men. <br /> <br />I carved out worlds of exquisite taste. <br />My will was staunch and plucky. <br />I'd found the code for eternal grace, <br />and the secret of being lucky. <br />If I was a lonely out-rider, <br />at the frontiers of the mind; <br />I only searched for pathways round: <br />escape I could not find. <br /> <br />So just let it lie on the throw of a die. <br />Just let it lie. Lie fallow. <br />Just let it slide while the feelings inside <br />hang like the humours of gallow. <br /> <br />So just let it fall on the toss of a ball. <br />Just let it fall. All follows. <br />Just let it fall. For a cost that is small, <br />we pawn our shy dreams for dollars.<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-the-gambler/
