Indebted Luck - poem about debt

I know it’s somewhere I shouldn’t be

pawning away my heart

on a secret sidelined spending spree.

But I’m over waiting for that break in traffic

to re-order my life in a closed-up drive-thru.

Sure, I’ve let chances spill

like sand between my fingers,

and that’s why I’m taking my turn

at tomorrow’s lucky chance wheel – today.

So let the dealer shuffle the deck,

as the piano player tickles the keys

& the Reaper smiles from his seat next to me.

But take no notice of his shadow stretching

as more coins drop

in hopes of a cash crop

from a credit stacked deck

mixed in with a new plastic card deal

& so preys the numbers that spin this lost luck’s wheel.