...slowly walking away
...
All further bets on roulette
Pink chips-Purple chips
Stacked in my favor
So they say
It's my lucky day
Still playing against the house
Last chance!
No more bets
When you have...
Everything to lose
And
Or
Nothing left to lose
Let the chips fall where they may
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem