More glitter and glitz than Christmas time, Las Vegas, the <br />city, is lit up all during the night. <br /> <br />Everything fancy, gold shining, crystals glimmering, mirrors <br />reflecting it all, sending out hopes of winning to all who <br />come. <br /> <br />Free coupons given out at every door you see, souvenirs of <br />every sort can be obtained with these. <br /> <br />Seeing friends and other people, exchanging greetings, <br />leaving, meeting. <br /> <br />Slot machines beckoning to passers-by, give me your coins, <br />give me a try! Once in a while someone can be a winner. <br /> <br />Loving the excitement, enjoying the games and machines, <br />doing a lot of walking. <br /> <br />Midnight rolls around and I realize I'm tired, ignoring the <br />hunches, urges, the idea of possibly, this time winning, I <br />head for the elevator and go to my room. <br /> <br />Peacefully sleeping, in my dreams, becoming a winner in a <br />nighttime fantasy. <br /> <br />Next day dawns, I do it all again, and then it's time to <br />leave. <br /> <br />Boarding the bus, relieved to be going home, even though it <br />was so much fun.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visiting-las-vegas/
