Gambling Man
Walking into the betting shop
his heart pounding within;
he'd studied form and was quite sure
the horse he backed would win.
Mountains of his cash he wagered
did this hyped-up gambling man
and beads of perspiration fell
when the horse, with gusto, ran.
Stakes were high! A richly sum
lay in the coffers there...but
as the horse began to weary
distress was hard to bear.
A chance to win a fortune
dissolved before his eyes;
the losing horse was an 'also-ran'
That's life, for gambling guys.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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