It’s Thursday morning and I’m on my way
To Atlantic City on a sun-filled day
With the Wayne Seniors, headed for the shore
Hoping to return with riches galore.
I close my eyes and picture the scene.
Bright shiny slots beckoning to me.
“Play me. Play me, I’ll treat you right
Give you riches the like you have not seen.”
Alas and alack, oh woe is me
I’m returning back home in misery.
The riches promised or pictured at least
Are still contained in that coin-eating beast.
Now here we all are, back on the bus
The day at the casino a total bust.
My dreams of riches a burst balloon
I counted my chickens much too soon.
~ Thomas J Loughran, Jr
