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      I saw the wild look in the Gambler’s eyes
      On that winter’s night of frost and lies.
      I sensed his pain and his frantic rush
      With an overwhelming urge to crush
      The terror that his world might crash
      His only hope (I could not dash)
      The one sure thing that he believed
      In chasing his loss he might be relieved
      Of the shame and guilt his actions brought
      Eyes glazed
      And overwrought.
      His expression revealed a soul ensnared
      Too proud to dwell on a secret shared
      So little to gain
      So much to lose
      Could an outstretched hand
      Ever be refused
      Of the very last chance
      Of one more win
      To redeem himself from his latest sin
      A broken , sick yet still proud heart
      He strove to detach and quickly depart
      With nervous gaze and shuffling gait
      A bundle of cash his latest bait
      And from the enabler’s hand it passed
      “I’ll pay you back to the very last….”
      he swore as he merged with the traffic’s glare
      And I will never forget his frozen stare….

    • #8338

      Brilliant poem Vera

    • #8339

      This is a great poem Vera.

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