Author Kerim Yasar My son must be twenty by now. I hear he travels the land gambling with a gang of sharps from the provinces. He's my child after all, I can't be cross ... Whatever you do, gods of Sumiyoshi and Nishinomiya, just don't let him lose! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments