Set in extenuating circumstances, sitting alone in
the Silver Platter at the Fort, writing.
All promo money is gone, spent just a few dollars
on some losing slots - not much fun either.
Lost now in thought, husband off to lose his last
six dollars of promo money to the slots also.
Soon we'll be leaving to head back home with nothing
to speak for winnings again.
Just a day spent together, a meal, conversation,
some fun and now we're done until the next time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem