Just his luck!

Wiping his brow

He pulls on the lever

Just one more time,

Only to find.

The numbers

Align in disarray

Coins chitter, chatter

Into their tray.

Bells are ringing! 

Lights are on!

A winner is found

And no longer,

The gambler wears a frown.

Meanwhile , elsewhere

In darkness under

Neon lights, coins 

Disappear into slots

Their own plight! 

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love the subject and the balance between the winners and losers. First two stanzas flow brilliantly. The last line of stanza three and stanza four stumbles a bit and may need crafting Andrew?

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John for the tip

[alf]

Hi Andrew. I am making a guess you have played or watched players trying to beat the odds of machines!!! Love the images you portray!!! reminds of movies set in the casinos in Vegas, so I guess it happens world wide. Great poem, with emotion open to interpretation!!!! Love it!!!! Wouldn't swap it for moon pills though!! alf

[andrew mitchell]

Lol Thanks alf

[Jamestown]

Very well written, with a very truthful reality, more bad then good
in the gamblers life:( Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Jamestown!:):)