Cashing In Poem by Matthew Holloway

Watching the roulette wheel spin
Thinking about each possible outcome
Spinning that last coin between your fingers
And considering each win and loss
Perhaps this game is done
Perhaps some were never players
You could carry on playing
Hoping for a final win
That one where you walk away
Never to return again
Or perhaps you let reality bite
Sink its teeth in deep
That every nerve feels it
And cash in while you have something left
Leave the table before
Falling into the games debt