The Man with Uneven Chance

I gave fifty pounds to a stranger today. Really? Yes - absurdly as it sounds. I gave to him because he asked, I gave to him because there was nothing to lose. And they say men give less than women in relationships; is that true? Or are we just trying to barter using currencies from different countries? Must be. In the end end it must be down to just a whole misunderstanding. Like that guy running away with fifty pounds, misunderstood for his actions or misgiven for his transactions. Who knows? Does it really matter? I do not feel worried, perhaps lighter but not buried with the burden of concern and regret. In less than an hour it will be tomorrow, fifty pounds are already away on the table in a cafe', on the races in a betting shop, on the several other coins in the hat I hold. Does it really matter? Just stay there and do not judge until you have given everything away; you are only free to do everything when you are free from everything. Free like there is no tomorrow, as if your day is your life and there is only one you can spend to learn. Free like birds. Free like the multiple combinations of guitar chords. Free like banknotes drifting in the wind. Free like the time that has gone already. Gone where there is no tomorrow but only today!