Tonight I'll close my eyes and sleep
Praying God will hold me in his keep
In my sleep I always dream
Same dream of what might have been
Tomorrow will be an other day
Head off to work without delay
The shop will open up at nine
Every morning right on time
The door is opened no time to waste
Serve the punter in their haste
Betting on horses they hope will win
Losing money it was all in vain
The job I do I take no delight
Anguish punters in their flight
If I finished school and did exams
Not to do the job that is a sham
It was the system that let me down
In the sixties it was work or drown
My advice to all school going kids
Study hard to get results
Education will see you reach
Don't dream of what might have been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully honest, glad you state the system let you down, I'm sure you were a good friend to many of the punters though, well done!
A close relation lost everything on gmbling, appreciate you comments