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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