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Life Story #13
So there is this guy right
Sitting at the bus stop at twilight
Which at first though seems really dumb
Because there are 3 hours before the first bus comes
It doesn't appear that he slept there all night
Clean and well groomed, and man his teeth are really white
Couldn't be homeless, he is dressed way too nice
He stands because the bus stop bench is as cold as ice
It's Friday the 13th, maybe it's superstition
He has a department store bag, maybe is slept and a mission
What is his story? Wouldn't you like to know
If he told his story how would it go
Looking back exactly 13 years today
On Friday the 13th he gambled his life away
His wife in the hospital 20 hours into labor
While he is drunk in casino as if he didn't care
He gambled thinking it was the only way to support a child
Drinking because his winning streak was really wild
Caught up in the moment and the sudden streak of luck
Then totally devastated when eventual disaster struck
In an instant all he had and more than that was gone
What he lost in that casino, then what he lost at home
She had enough, she couldn't do it anymore
His life, his wife, and he baby boy headed out the door
That's when it finally hit him, he had to get some help
When he made it he was congratulated only by himself
But today he is going to meet his son for the very first time
A million thoughts of doubt and fear are running through his mind
What to say or not to say, what will he think of me
The most frightening and uncertain place he has ever had to be
And what about his wife, would she ever take him back
Or is he totally out of his mind to even think of that
This explains the bus stop presence at the break of twilight
If this was your situation how would you have slept that night
J. Moore
5/5/2013
Sitting at the bus stop at twilight
Which at first though seems really dumb
Because there are 3 hours before the first bus comes
It doesn't appear that he slept there all night
Clean and well groomed, and man his teeth are really white
Couldn't be homeless, he is dressed way too nice
He stands because the bus stop bench is as cold as ice
It's Friday the 13th, maybe it's superstition
He has a department store bag, maybe is slept and a mission
What is his story? Wouldn't you like to know
If he told his story how would it go
Looking back exactly 13 years today
On Friday the 13th he gambled his life away
His wife in the hospital 20 hours into labor
While he is drunk in casino as if he didn't care
He gambled thinking it was the only way to support a child
Drinking because his winning streak was really wild
Caught up in the moment and the sudden streak of luck
Then totally devastated when eventual disaster struck
In an instant all he had and more than that was gone
What he lost in that casino, then what he lost at home
She had enough, she couldn't do it anymore
His life, his wife, and he baby boy headed out the door
That's when it finally hit him, he had to get some help
When he made it he was congratulated only by himself
But today he is going to meet his son for the very first time
A million thoughts of doubt and fear are running through his mind
What to say or not to say, what will he think of me
The most frightening and uncertain place he has ever had to be
And what about his wife, would she ever take him back
Or is he totally out of his mind to even think of that
This explains the bus stop presence at the break of twilight
If this was your situation how would you have slept that night
J. Moore
5/5/2013
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Life Story #13
Life Story #13