Your chromed whorl tempts me in
until I can't resist another second.
You taunt me with your polished oak;

my hand is drawn despite
my reticence and I am firmly trapped.
My thumb holds down the lever to

release the solid, cold,
hard sphere which tries always to seek its goal.
I hold my breath instinctively

while circles ... circles ... swoop
and whoop and swish and swirl and finally -
I win! Another try - and coin returned.

Or lose... but I don't care!
To win or lose is equal here - the joy
is in the playing. Life should be like this.