They, Pray, Payday, Replay                                       

By D. E. Allen

Luck won’t you be a lady, and come with me today.

Come dance around my roulette wheel, add magic to my play.

As long as I come out ahead, a few thousand would be okay.

I yearn to see you cast your spell and send good fortune without delay.

Dear Lady play my slot machine a while, and tell me you will stay.

Please bring a thrill to this old man, with his hair of gray.

If you could simply smile at me, it would make my heart so gay.

Yet I know that in the morning, you must be on your way.

Oh you fickle Lady Luck, don’t let my gambler’s bankroll decay.

Must I beg you to come back to me, what Pythian words must I say?

When you come, will you stand by me, or will once again you stray?

Please come and play with me a while longer, and keep poverty at bay.

If I could but put you in a bottle, and squirrel you away

I know that I could face the world, each crisis, come what may.

Like Knights defending Damsels, life’s dragons I would slay.

With you at my side, the world would be mine, served on a silver tray.