RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Losing At The Casino - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Majestic beauty sitting on steep slopes and ledges of
Thoughtful in forests of sleepy nature's abode, watching
people race around curly roads on their way home from a
casino, where they've spent all their money.
Losing precious dollars and sense that should've gone
towards rent and bills.
Hopelessly thinking of their recklessness, giving up
hope as they think about their desolution, hanging their
minds in shame, while outwardly appearing to be the same.
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