it's said beggars can't be choosers
only a gambler has nothing to lose
only a rock's too hard to bruise
more than two can play the game
how many in the end remain?
it somehow doesn't come out the same
when each and all start laying blame
when we take off the velvet gloves
inspecting and examining this thing called love
seeing what it's not or is made of
praying this time it's enough
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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