Gambler's Oath Poem by Brook Renwick

Gambler's Oath

Rating: 5.0


The rush,
consumes a desperado.
And when the croupier,
rolls the dice -
we hold our breath.

The double breasted -
those with winnings,
standing tall,
have calculated the odds
for a big win.

A lone young punter yells
with excitement!
Our conscience heavy.
We leave the table.
'We'll never return'.

Friday, March 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: gambling,money
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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LeeAnn Azzopardi 12 March 2022

brilliant Brooke Bravo!

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Brook Renwick

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