No Place For Regrets. Poem by Yong Son

I am not a rounder,
But I play my Texas hold'em.

I am below my debt,
And struggle to pay my bills.

Days of hunger comes near,
And starving is a common place.

I sold all my valued collection to a pawnshop,
And now I am desolate.

I question if I can fill my next gas tank in my car,
But always ask someone to help.

The truth is I have no regret,
Because I knew the consequence,
And I knew the price for gambling!

I will be a rounder,
And there are no place for regrets!