Visiting Las Vegas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

More glitter and glitz than Christmas time, Las Vegas, the
city, is lit up all during the night.

Everything fancy, gold shining, crystals glimmering, mirrors
reflecting it all, sending out hopes of winning to all who
come.

Free coupons given out at every door you see, souvenirs of
every sort can be obtained with these.

Seeing friends and other people, exchanging greetings,
leaving, meeting.

Slot machines beckoning to passers-by, give me your coins,
give me a try! Once in a while someone can be a winner.

Loving the excitement, enjoying the games and machines,
doing a lot of walking.

Midnight rolls around and I realize I'm tired, ignoring the
hunches, urges, the idea of possibly, this time winning, I
head for the elevator and go to my room.

Peacefully sleeping, in my dreams, becoming a winner in a
nighttime fantasy.

Next day dawns, I do it all again, and then it's time to
leave.

Boarding the bus, relieved to be going home, even though it
was so much fun.