Tale of a gambler

The Gambler
A tale as old as the chicken and the fox
The gambler chases his tomorrow.        At the expense of today
Blinded by a veil of his own making

The stakes has never been higher
And victory couldn't taste any better
A flash of confidence in his smile
But the gambler knows
All tale must come too an end

His thirst never ending
Dawn till dusk he chases the game
Unable too resist another round
He savours the taste of victory , denying the torment of defeat,
As the end draws ever closer

He screams of his accomplishments
And whispers his failures,
With his dept ever growing,
And his pride ever dying,
In this final  moments.

Heart racing , hands shaking
Haunted  by the screams of his failures,
An old friend has come too say hello
Another day without a smile
The gambler loses again

He let his mind wonder,
Lost in his thoughts,
He once had it all,
Family, love, dreams of a better tomorrow
Lost at the expense of today

Eyes filled with regret,
Soul burdened by pain and anguish,
As a prisoner in a prison of his making,
With the end in sight,
he ask was it worth it.