Loves To Gamble

You in your dark, dark Seoul, another Magic Island in my future,
that’s where it will be, my last dip in the deep Pacific sea.
Touch Korea, touch Mexico, touching anywhere water goes.
Bound by water, tied by tears, from the present moment time travel those years.
Oh, Mexico, a special place to go to escape Wisconsin snow.
The weather’s fine; the thing outside that’s frightful is the crime.
And the poverty – any homeless in Madison were hidden at that time.
What are the odds?  Meet in a cafeteria, seven years apart.
Loves of your lives, the kind that’s first-glance,
for a little while, we wait, scratching our heads and holding our breaths
as the clock ticks down, ticks up, then drumrolls off ?
The odds were, at the end, far greater than dead even,
you’d have to face the man with the house-winning soul,
who’d never made a better sucker at throwing everything away.