GAMBLER I placed a bet on life, And said “fifty guineas” on number 11, The man smiled and spun the wheel, I could see my life spin around, Along with the wheel, And the twitter as it stopped, On number 11, The man still smiling, And said, “would you like to move to the next table sir?” And we moved along, What do we play here for? We play here for love sir, I said “one hundred guineas on number 11”, I feel lucky today, The man smiled, And said, I am sorry sir, The minimum bet on this table is your soul, I am on a winning streak, So I bet my soul, my heart, my life, On my lucky number 11, On the table of love, And the wheel kept spinning, Spinning my soul, my heart, my life, And everything I hold dear, On number 11, The man stood smiling, Like a messenger from hell, I stood close to the table, My heart beating fast, And the wheel stopped, At number 1, The man was still smiling, And as he took away my soul, my heart, my life, And everything I hold dear, I knew I had given all I have got, On a loosing game…..
Reason for writing:
This poem was written at a time when I felt lost, beaten and lonely....
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