[Liberty]

A week, a lifetime
Monday’s gambler runs to the cash machine
Draws out his cash all crisp and clean
(Checking behind him to ensure he’s unseen)
Tuesday’s gambler has a bit of a memory loss
Yesterday didn’t happen, for today he will be the boss
He has a trick or two up his sleeve
No need to grieve, he definitely won’t thieve.
Wednesday’s gambler is on the up
Phew, No need yet for the death cup
Even Stevens is the name of the game
To walk away now would be such a shame
He’s definitely still in the frame.
Thursday’s gambler is getting weary
No longer is he so cheery
Too many questions are being asked
Go away and leave him alone this has to be masked
Friday’s gambler feels so so sick in the head
Starting to wish he was dead
Saturdays Gambler prays for help
All inside him is great big yelps
Sunday’s gambler has a major discovery
It’s called recovery.

[I_Maverick]

Lovely poem, I like this a lot. Well done Liberty. Thank you.

[Liberty]

just need to add
Sunday’s discovery of recovery
Can be the cycle
The running title
For this we are all entitled
No need for weekly recitals
Sunday, Monday any day,
Gambling is our plight.
Recovery is our right
Every day in every way.
Delay delay delay

[匿名]

Brilliant poem Lib.. I have been a gambler for every day if the week!

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