Pouring over papers studied hard
Handicapping, or so the experts claim
Or sitting back and watching for fun
Simply picking from the list a name
 
Showing up on many TV screens
Tracking all the changing odds
Money handed over in sacrifice
Prayers offered to their racing gods
 
Securely between fingers grasped
Betting slips holding their fate
All eyes turn, expectations rise
Awaiting the opening of the gate
 
Numbered horses thunder past
One last great effort, a forward dash
Destined all to make the finish line
Only winners collect the loser’s cash
 
Lost dreams lay tossed underfoot
Trodden by the steps of strangers
Trampled by their focused desires
And hopes of placing other wagers
 
In the end, neither win nor loss
Can beat my enjoyment of course
A day at the track is a share of fun
For the people, not cause of the horse
 

08/25/2002

Posted on 10/01/2002
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