Take the gamble, put on a show,
My words they ramble, the games to go.
At last a dead man walking,
On an eternal earth.
No one is talking,
Like a baby at birth.
I'll take the time,
To slowly wine,
And give it all my worth.
When the game is done.
And I have won,
You will only be a little envious.
As l happily leave you penniless.
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Great confidence in this poem that speaks with power. Nicely done
It's good to win, isn't it? Perhaps I'm a little envious, but you've left me smiling.
Im glad i could make u smile. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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