What oils the wheels of hope?
My jigsaw life still incomplete
Will seven come eleven
Dangle the dazzling rope?
The green baize track of chance
Seduces and absorbed us still
Beware the Snake Eyes glowing red
Satan’s serpent’s hypnotic glance!
Roll and roll again the deadly dice
Far distant from life’s trouble
Deep within a hollow bubble
Gripped by dreams, a deadly vice
Seeking, never ever finding
A pot of gold, a cure-all must
Never plenty to sate my lust
Tunnelling blackness, yet blinding
Blowing false dreams of hope,
Bidding them ‘bring me fame’
Next time, next time sounds so lame
Nightmare’s end by twisted rope.