A gambling man

Enter now the panic ponder!
These trees of green, orange or no leaves at all,
are like me; undecided.
Am I Summer? Autumn? Winter?
Cos I’m far from being spring,
with birds of a feather at it like rabbits,
whereas I’ve no beak or bunny to speak of.
But my money’s on Epiphany,
my three-legged pony at 52-1.
Slim chance!
Which is, ironically,
Likewise, I’ll fly out of the trap,
grabbing my opportunity by the reigns,
or the mane…
or tail…
only then to be drawn through the rocky streets of education;
the forgotten purpose.


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