Autumn : Compulsive Gambler
AUTUMN : COMPULSIVE GAMBLER
Waste leaves no gain
Only loser-game pain.
Autumn squanderer, late season gambler,
Compulsive, forced spender,
Staking every last gold penny.
Feels he can afford the luxury,
Throws his yellow banknotes to the floor
In dramatic confidence gesture,
Betting that winter won’t come yet.
He will lose the bet.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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