Life's a Gamble

Standing by the rail, watching in anticipation, Expecting that my knowledge will prevail, Thirty,one and a half tons of flesh and blood, All pounding over the divot ground, Mists Of sweat, exhaled breath hovers in the air, They get closer, the noise of thumping hooves, sound of inhaling and exhaling of massive lungs, sight of all the gleaming coats and ears flickering, Amazing colours of the jockeys silks all merging into one, race commentator bellowing out over the tannoy, Over two miles, twelve fences, undulating ground, Now entering into the straight, conclusion anticipated, My selection still in contention, still on the bridle, High hopes, excitement building, wining post in sight, Jockeys all out kicking and pushing muscles rippling, Three horses all in line go past the post as one, Photo called by the stewards, just a head in it, Could I have won? will I be collecting my winnings?