Should I to the bookies go, and put cash
On this prospect rash?
I doubt the horse can win the race (though the crowd
In his support are loud
And grope
For hope
In empty pools
Where fools
Drown).
Do I want him to win?
I grin
And keep my own counsel, for the wise
Do not prate
Or rise
To the bait.
They cultivate
A zen-like state
And patiently wait …
K Morris - Poet 
Lovely so well articulated and at a race course it is like that only where to play a horse or not and how much stakes to put.
Thank you, I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. Kevin
Yes Kevin a nice one.
Very enjoyable poem, Kevin. You have captured the spirit of the “waiter” very well.
Thank you, I very much appreciate your comment.