YoungWalter wrote:Requiem to a Gambler
The gambler stalks the same old streets,
His pockets cold and bare.
He walks and walks to not go home,
Although he knows not where.
He reminisces of the days,
Before the cards and dice,
But to his cheek, a tear it brings,
As he recalls its price.
The others saw what came before,
A man of pride and wealth,
But as the years have crumbled by,
They've watched him risk his health.
At home in dark a woman waits,
Beside herself with grief.
The man she loved, for all his worth,
Became, from her, a thief.
She knows one day he won't come home,
Drowned in river or lake,
But each night the same game she plays,
Until the long day breaks.
You're a good writer, i loved this.
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