Shadows fall to soft twilight silhouette
‘ere thoughts coquette run this roulette;
spry they leap to compete at table to stake
fortune, a wager the bank might break.

Thus fate runs her course in tumbling play
across that disc of time brooking no delay;
The disc spins on and seems not slowing
from gravity’s pull nor to destiny bowing;
Each number unknown to any but she
each number frowned then dashes to flee.

Eternity waiting gluts unrequited emotion,
Cupidity grasping wagers devotion.
Greedy the bank plucks that wagered devotion,
the boy waits for word in requiting emotion.

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