The Gambler A Wasted Life Poem by alan brown

He nearly passed the shop without a glance
as the horses raced inside.
He knew he'd never enter again
as this is what he'd decide.
The money burning a hole
in his packet.
would stay there on this day.
As he knew he'd never gamble
the rest of his life away.

The race was off he could hear the sound
coming from within.
It wouldn't hurt to take a peep
as this was not a sin.
But he'd promised his devoted wife
to never bet again.
And looking in the shop itself
would not be against her will.

He opened up the large blue door
and stuck his head inside.
The atmosphere was hypnotic
and he felt all beguiled.
The race was on he felt the urge
his mind was all a spin.
What harm would it do
just one more bet.
And then he'd pack it in.

Just then his wife so dear
walked passed the open door.
And saw her husband standing there
his mouth an open gore.
She took her husband by the hand
and led him back outside
And told him in so many words
that his life with her he denied.
And if he took the bet on life
that he would lose again.
And she would leave him momentarily
and never see him again.

With this the sobbing husband
looked her strait in the eye.
Then went to put the bet on life
as he knew he'd surly die.
And from that very moment
his life was lost to him.
As he gambled all his assets
to live a life of sin.