The Way I See It - Poem by David Burnside
What really is gambling? I need to know.
Winning, losing, taking a chance I've been told.
I can replace the money. Not hard to do.
But I can't replace lost time. Lost Words, like
I Love You.
Gambling in my world was going home to her.
Would I get 'Hows was your day' or 'Whats up loser'
Was I feeding the slots, looking for a big score.
Or putting off the biggest gamble. Walking through my door.
Gambling for me was a fix. A cure for what I had to go home to.
A much easier problem to deal with. The home life. I can no longer go through.
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