Gambling wages
Praying for triple sevens
The house always wins
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gambling wages
Praying for triple sevens
The house always wins
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The wretched gather
This place of drink and of smoke
Bright lights and promise
Weeks wages folded neatly
Hidden in their Sunday best
There is no preacher
No pews, no heavenly choir
To welcome the flock
Yet hope for the future lives
In each pull, in each hand dealt
Praying for riches
To resurrect their belief
In this countries dream
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is it hope or foolishness,
Games of chance,
One more turn of the card,
The next pull of the one armed bandit
Hit me,
Come on–triple sevens,
Changing life forever.
More often than not
The wallet ends lighter,
The heart weeps louder,
The mind is more full of regret,
Maybe next time…
Jackpot!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~