"The Ones & the Twos"

One & Done

Hard times land

with a heavy hand.

Sapping our strengths, and

bending our backs

to untenable lengths.

One and done,

Whether I’ve lost or won.

Running my race

with blinders on.

I awaken with the dawn

And the knowledge that you’re gone.

A potter’s field Carmelite

Denied a plot to pray upon.

One and done,

Whether I’ve lost or won.

Running my race

with blinders on.

One and done,

Whether I’ve lost or won.

Never could keep the pace,

So, I played the long con.

One and done,

Whether I’ve lost or won.

Won’t let tomorrow's sundown,

Ground today’s rising sun.

One and done,

Whether lost or won.

Let bygones be bygone,

Shut the door on them, Son.

This Second Chance

Me, a rambling man,

a gambling man,

overplayed my hand,

again and again.

Each new day dawning

only serves to remind me,

many lay behind me,

few wait to find me.

You, tender as a lover,

forsaking any other,

still, your comfort found comfort

in the arms of another.

Nothing noble about,

serving time as a spouse.

Made a martyr by a vow,

made a haunt in your own house.

Though not how we planned it,

Don’t take this for granted.

This happenstance

Sadie Hawkins dance,

This 11th-hour second chance…