No Place For Regrets. - Poem by Yong Son
I am not a rounder,
But I play my Texas hold'em.
I am below my debt,
And struggle to pay my bills.
Days of hunger comes near,
And starving is a common place.
I sold all my valued collection to a pawnshop,
And now I am desolate.
I question if I can fill my next gas tank in my car,
But always ask someone to help.
The truth is I have no regret,
Because I knew the consequence,
And I knew the price for gambling!
I will be a rounder,
And there are no place for regrets!
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