The man awoke quite suddenly, <br />And crept out of sight. <br />To the beloved casino he was going, <br />For another wasteful night. <br /> <br />He had raided his children’s piggybanks, <br />That held all their hard-earned cash. <br />Smuggling them into his jacket, <br />He swept off in a dash. <br /> <br />He entered the bright casino <br />And quickly found his mates. <br />Each of them, not unlike himself <br />Boasted several dark traits. <br /> <br />Taking a seat at a round table, <br />He joined a game of poker <br />Though quickly moved to “500”, <br />The game to draw a joker. <br /> <br />But all went down from there <br />For this woeful man. <br />Hundreds upon hundreds lost <br />In the cracks of his flawed plan. <br /> <br />He moved along to blackjack <br />Where he thrice went bust. <br />It was there he filled with rage <br />And tore up the cards in disgust. <br /> <br />His one last chance was roulette, <br />On the mighty number twenty-three. <br />It just so happened that number came good, <br />And left him cackling with wicked glee… <br /> <br />For once he’d made some money <br />Good luck to others it would seem, <br />But the punter could not care less <br />For it was a gambler’s dream.<br /><br />Angela Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gamblers-dream/
