The Gambling Man

In any game that's won or lost,
The loser may insist the cost,
Of his loss to be greater than,
The takings of the winning man.

And though they're each of equal stake,
Defeat would surely always make,
The loser's mind recall his burn,
For longer than if he had earned.

Alas, the victor's win is spent.
He's back to where he was again.
With nothing gained, but nothing lost.
Broken even. As he was.

The only difference is the pride,
Of victory he holds inside.
Retained not by the 'also ran'
I'm glad I'm not a gambling man.



"The gain to the winner is, in some odd way, always less than the loss to the loser"
IAN FLEMING, Moonraker - 1955

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