Here At Harrah's Casino Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ready to tackle the world with a plethora of poetry
coming straight from within rhythm and intellect, a
wonderful combination in which to play along with an
imagination.

Fascinating and enticing as I sit here at Harrah's
Casino in front of the bowling alley, watching three
young children playing with their father.

Waiting and enjoying this exciting atmosphere, drinking
a diet pepsi, not my favorite, because I prefer diet
coke.

But beggars can't be choosers they say, and this poet
is having fun just being alive and writing poetry.