I'm No Expert Poem by Dean Meredith

Unrequited love
Story of our lives really
Except for those times
When it was all too easy
Was it ever easy?

With youth on our side
We were close to perfect
In our young rash minds
In our hollow hearts
Full of longing

Not so much different to today
Older, less perfect, more perfect
Minds like racehorses
Hearts like jockeys
And our loves the punters

Place your bets
Ladies and gentlemen
Place your bets
The bookies see them coming
Winning on some of their minds

Numbers, colours, odds & form
Favourites & roughies
How much to bet & on whom?
Monsieur with his head
Madame with her heart

She wins again Monsieur
It appears she has a system
Beginner's luck he replies
Notes her next choice and
Follows her lead for the fun of it