š°The Value of Lifeš°
The Ultimate Gamble
š² I used to say I wasnāt much of a gambler.
Call me cheap, but I cherish the value of a dollar,
Hating to see money slip away, wastedā¦
Yet, without pause, I gamble my life away.
Overwhelmed, I let my time drift like sand.
Frozen in fear, standing still,
Knowing too well that time never stands still.
I am the living definition of an oxymoron.
Iād like to believe Iām better than thisā
In fact, I know I am.
But oh, how easily the mind betrays,
When you surrender it the power to lead astray.
š² I used to say I wasnāt much of a gambler.
Yet I couldnāt see the worth of myself,
Blindly wagering the value of my own life,
Failing to grasp its priceless weight.
How ironic-
š² I call the shots. š²
And now, I reclaim my voice, my choice.
š² I used to say I wasnāt much of a gambler.
Today, I call myself a recovering one.
Iāve learned to treasure the value of my life;
A gift I refuse to see wasted.
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Comments (2)
Love this poem! Gambling can be good and bad. Fear not, youāre on the dot! Great work!
Life is a gamble, but I know the value of a dollar. Thanks for this!