A roll of the dice
One, Two, Three
A horse on the screen
He follows their lead.
A man of his word
But he sways when there’s loss
He’s forgotten the time
He’s forgotten the cost.
What’s behind that rush?
What’s inside his mind?
Doubt of himself
No worth he can find.
There’s no value there
Inside of a loss
Not even a win
Recovers what was lost.
How can he know?
When will he see?
His value, his worth
And all he can be.
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Author:
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