Click Of The Gun

He pulled the gun's trigger With all of his beliefs and vigor, And all that he heard was just a "click" Seemingly, the correct bullet he did not pick. He then looked into the gun's black bore "Why"? He thought, wasn't he lying on the floor. He pulled the gun's trigger once again But, first he quietly said, "amen", And then there was another loud "click" But, there was no explosion or even a kick. Was there an angel at his side Did God, not want him to commit suicide. Now to make his plan plain and simple He placed the barrel directly to his temple, Happily he now knew that God wanted him to live But, then fate and odds wanted him to give. He pulled the trigger for another round; To him, there was not a sound. He had placed the gun unto his head All that he wanted then, was to be dead, His life though, it was spared to him twice Death to him was not going to be his greatest sacrifice. But, then when he pulled the trigger that third time That is when his own luck, allowed the crime. Randy L. McClave