Gamble

Jeremiah 6:4 

They will say, ‘Prepare to do battle against it!
Come on! Let’s attack it at noon!’
But later they will say, ‘Oh, oh! Too bad!
The day is almost over
and the shadows of evening are getting long.

 

Gamble

 

Invest, choose and fantasize

Your life is on the line

It’s much more than you know

As you’re drawing lines in the sand

 

Look at you as you’re throwing dice

Hoping all will be fine

As onward you really try to hope

For a life that has long been banned

 

Once you were on top of the heap

And now just lost somewhere

In search of something you don’t know

You dig deeper everywhere

 

Hoping to find in the unknown

Treasures from Heaven’s sphere

As you through effort want to go

Far above the world up there

 

Wide awake slipping into a sullen coma

Repeating oft to self that all will be well

Passing on your way down others going up

As you feel sorry for them in fake compassion

 

You holler: “the time is near” with your sick aroma

As you are preparing for the final bell

You grasp at everything trying to stand up

As you’re counted out without any discretion

 

Jan Wienen

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