Second Chance Poker
by Michael Doyle

You don't truly know
What it's like to live hollow
Having nowhere to go
Living in a jail cell's shadow

Clinging to who you used to be
Silently hoping for your dignity
Feeling like your honor is gone
Is this life worth going on?

One man's living grief
One man living in sorrow
There is no sense of relief
Where there's no tomorrow

Steps to a man's imagination
A good man begins disintegration
Subjected to every indignation
The fire in his eyes is the only indication

That anything of the man goes on
So much of his soul is used up and gone
There can be no disguise
What's left of the man is in his eyes

One man's living grief
One man living in sorrow
There is no sense of relief
When there's no tomorrow

Though chasing the bad
It is in his blood
The pending outcome is said
His name is dragged through the mud

There's a killer on the loose
But the wrong man wears the noose
It's a tragic loss of innocence
Rolling up on the ways of violence

One man's living grief
One man living in sorrow
There is no sense of relief
When there's no tomorrow

Time is up with a shift in gears
There'll be a slow parade of tears
Living isn't easy with a heart full of tragedy
This is the crush of life's unfunny comedy

Drop by drop is the blood by which we die
Are there no more tears left to cry?
Little by little, we learn to live the lie
This hour of need doesn't even know why

One man's living grief
One man living in sorrow
There is no sense of relief
When there's no tomorrow

This city belongs to all its children - rich and poor
It's a natural fact that no one can ignore
In a slow knife of the cruelest fate
The answers are outside the prison's gate

This twisted tale of jaded circumstance
Ends on probability and not on sheer chance
Broken hearts still know the romance
And believers still hold the card of second chance

One man's living grief
One man living in sorrow
There is no sense of relief
When there's no tomorrow

(c) July 8, 2024    Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved