Perhaps one day
These words of mine
Rattling around in my chest
Like cosmic dice
Will roll your way
Give you the courage
To take a gamble on the universe
Will inspire you to write
A lament on how you
Bet the farm
And lost
But how words were still there
A bottomless
Change purse
Of quarters
And how people
Kept appearing
Like slot machines
In your path
A lottery of winning
And losing
And winning again
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Hmmmm...
The only criticism I have for this is, the image of words coming from your chest! I just kept bumping into that image and couldn't shake it. I suppose that might be a good thing, ordinarily, but in this case no. Once I replaced the word with [head or mind]; I went back an rolled through this poem with no problem! ~ Geezer. .