gambling poem

gambling poem

The Dice RollA clatter of ivory, a whisper of chance,The table awaits, a silent expanse.Fingers trembling, a heart in a race,Against the cold steel, I take my place.The croupier calls, a voice sharp and clear,Place your bets, gentlemen, let fortune draw near.Chips stacked high, a silent decree,A gamble on fate, a chance to be free.The wheel spins, a blur of red and black,My breath held tight, a future to track.A moment of silence, a breathless delay,And then the ball falls, revealing the way.A thrill of victory, a sting of defeat,The dice roll, the odds I must meet.But in this game, theres a bittersweet truth,The thrill of the gamble, the pursuit.For whether I win or lose in the end,The joy of the chase, Ill always commend.The thrill of the gamble, the risk I embrace,A dance with the unknown, a gamble on grace.

gambling poem