Stacked

The odds were stacked against us
If only we had known
We might have paid attention
And not wandered far from home

But city lights were twinkling
The noise, the fun, the din
And like moths towards a flame
We were drawn further in

The days of work were endless
The nights were longer still
Out on the tiles, like alley cats
We danced and drank our fill

But that proverbial candle
Burned down both ends too soon
We lost our way, found out too late
We'd whistled the wrong tune

The odds were stacked against us
For naivety, we paid
Returning home without a hope
Our foolishness displayed
 

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