Play the Odds

If you’ve got the coin to spend,
and you’re looking to retire,
the smart money is on the end.

Of course, it is your life my friend,
and there is plenty out there to acquire,
if you’ve got the coin to spend.

But, I say buck the trend,
forget all the stuff people desire,
the smart money is on the end.

Too many out there want to contend
offering admission to some place higher,
if you’ve got the coin to spend;

you can do all that, you can make amends,
but listen, we’re all going to expire.
The smart money is on the end.

The world as it is, I can only recommend,
find someone to admire- and prepare for fire.
If you’ve got the coin to spend,
the smart money is on the end.

Trinkets

Three coins strung together around my wrist;
the toll for love is always at hand,
as many paid as has been collected.

One coin gifted for the love that defines us;
the love that plays beyond the boundaries of time,
and inspires us to pursue it more.

Another owed for the love that has been taken;
always too soon, should one live to see it gone,
but owed the same, for the loss costs us no less.

A coin borrowed for the love that remains;
languishing there, just beyond our horizons,
yet no less worthy of what alms we offer.

Last, the bracelet itself, held for my daughter;
who may have forgotten that love is still here,
but still kept safe, for here love will always be.