Losing Hands

I’ve staked my life on losing hands, 
On failed business, and lost Romance,
I’ve lost much more than twenty grand, 
Chasing dreams, without a plan. 

I’ve split tens, facing a six, 
Just because, I like the risk, 
In a world, where wise men sit, 
I’d rather play, and take the hit. 

I’ve played high stakes,
For more than cash, 
I bet my youth, 
Before it passed, 
On silly truth, 
I thought could last, 
But I hit two-two, 
And lost it like that. 

I’ve bet my life on losing hands, 
On silly things, I don’t understand,
Like making tea, for former friends,
Who abandoned me, when I needed them – 
I can’t believe, I’ve lost again. 
I thought that she, would hold my hand, 
But that went bust, like all my plans, 
The silent crush, of a losing man. 

And should I sit? 
Another shoe? 
With all the shit? 
That I’ve gone through?
Is it worth it?
To try anew? 
To play to win? 
When you always lose? 

Sometimes I ask why, 
I’ve wagered so much, 
Maybe it was a gambit,
To call my own bluff,
To test my habits, 
What I’m made of, 
To see if I, 
Could measure up. 

A trial by the fire, 
A trial by the flames, 
Twenty four years so inspired, 
Twenty four years so insane. 
All my wisdom’s on the table, 
All my truth is in the frame, 
If this game had been more stable,
I could have taught you how to play,

The game I play - it’s high stakes, 
It’s not for those who sit. 
To give this life – an honest play, 
A man must go all in. 

So I’ll stake my life, on losing hands, 
If G-d still deals me in, 
I’ll keep doing, what His Cards command, 
And maybe one day I’ll win.