He wagers his money on the turn of a card,
with dreams of kings and aces,
he always seems to try so hard,
counts his chips and studies faces.
Always bragging about money he's won,
he claims it's skill not fate.
He can't admit the damage he's done,
gambling in a sorry state.
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Daveyboyz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote a book called Aces, places and faces full of anecdotes about card rooms and casinos, maybe one day I will go back and revise it and try to get it published... but for those that know card players there are some who it grabs hold of and are just carried along for the ride.
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Comments1
I've never gambled in a casino in my life nor ever been inside a betting shop - but I can imagine the scene in the write - nice one Davey
Thank you Michael.
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