Gambler

Changing faces like changing scenes

Expect no comfort from the world

Your face is bright

like polished screens While dust

and ruin lie unfurled

The vain man hungry for acclaim

Will sell himself for shine and

gloss

And build his glory on a

game To make his own brain

seem a loss

He who lives only for delight

Will grow excessively cruel

And soon you'll be an enemy

to all

Alone beneath, beneath the world's cold

rule

Gambler,

enslaved by fortune's dart Do not

rely on God's great grace For

he who puts his all at

stake

May lose far more than he

can fake