by Tim Chiu
A Vegas Trip with friends, not wanting to spend a lot - a poem.
|So much on a budget, just getting along;
A trip truly daring, I must remain strong.
A Vegas vacation for me and my friends;
Just seeking good times as a means to good ends.
Justifiably safe, though reasonably worried;
A time for my trusting, so I mustn't seem hurried.
Banking quite big on my true self control,
Then letting the dice just fall where they roll.
But the minute we got there, my friend had to play
A game known as craps, and he had things his way.
Then squeamishly timid, I joined in as well,
And for some lucky reason, it went truly swell!
For hours and hours, we sought out this game,
And for a couple of days, it showed us the same
Miraculous fortune that a few players get:
A majority of winnings for placing a bet...
We stayed for four days, and the third day was bad -
For after our start, we knew we'd been had.
My friend kept on trying, but I just backed off;
Saving some dimes while not having to scoff.
We went to some shows and some so-so buffets,
And marked the beginning of those hot summer days.
My friend lost a ton, but I came out a winner,
Had a great time and didn't march out a sinner.
Being that gambler was truly a blast,
But simply I knew that my luck wouldn't last -
I just stayed alert for signs of real trouble,
Allowing me to savor that quick burst, that bubble.
So now that I'm home, I feel some relief -
No shameful occurrence, no untimely grief.
I now can afford some milk and some bread.
Left nothing to chance in my worrisome head.