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The Gambler

As a kid, he climbed the highest trees walked to the end of thin, jouncing branches grinning, while those below him shook with fear His teen years were taken up with his 'machine' whose engine he souped up to play 'chicken' racing to the edge of cliffs, rebel without a cause In his 20's and 30's, he hit the casinos nightly beating the house just often enough to stay ahead of the payments on all four of his cars At 50, he took up bungee jumping entering tournaments, spending six months in the hospital that year, two months in rehab Turning 60, he refused to wear a mask A matter of principle, he told me His principles landed him in the hospital again He went from ventilator to grave in four days

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Date: 6/30/2020 12:22:00 PM
Great poem I cant help to think this old fellow might be gambling with his eternal life also, if one believes in those things.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 9:12:00 PM
Temporal and Eternal Life: This guy is burning the gambling candle at both ends, eh?! Thanks, Tim. Cheers, Gershon
Date: 6/27/2020 12:54:00 PM
Ooh, a sad truth for many, I fear in our day. Well penned but, sad.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 9:10:00 PM
Yeah, this story does carry a bit of currency. Thanks, M.L! :) gw
Date: 6/27/2020 12:33:00 PM
Wow, a sad story, Gershon. I wonder if he had regrets or if he would say that he went out with a blaze on his own terms. I've heard people go both ways. Thanks for sharing this thought provoking poem. Blessings, Rhonda xx
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 9:06:00 PM
Well, it was pure fiction, so the epilogue rests with me (somewhere in the archives, I guess. lol.) Thanks for the appreciation on this one, Rhonda. Warmest wishes, Gershon
Date: 6/27/2020 10:42:00 AM
thanks for feedback. like this one. we all gamblers and life is a gamble. be well.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 9:05:00 PM
Yes, indeed, Daniel: We are all gamblers. Just today, I crossed the street, and returned home alive. Whew... 75% of the crimes in Chicago are committed within 1/8 of a mile from one's home. Man, I'm brave. A Veritable survivor! lol. Ciao, Gershon
Date: 6/27/2020 5:14:00 AM
Oh, wow. This took such a turn for the WORST! Wow! Thanks for this one.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 2:06:00 PM
Well, POP goes the weasel's Happy Ending, I guess! ~ Mulberry Bush (George's distant cousin)
Date: 6/26/2020 10:11:00 PM
some people are fearless and take chances with life...I hope the end was just a musing, though I know some do die...sadly... good write! hugs
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/30/2020 2:02:00 PM
Yes, the end of the gambler was, indeed, just a 'musing,' … although it reflects the reality of the kind of people who are 'out there,' must as the virus is 'out there.' Thanks for your comment; stay safe and cool! ~ Baking in Chicago
Date: 6/26/2020 5:11:00 PM
Hi Gershon. oh I hope this is not founded on reality. He was a risk taker his whole life...cut short.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/26/2020 7:24:00 PM
Ha, ha! I'm such a chicken that I was born with yellow teeth! Thanks for visiting my site and for the concern, Jenna! Smiles, Gershon

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