Author Hiroaki Sato My son must be twenty by now, must be going places, a wandering gambler. Facing gambler-bosses in various provinces ā he's my son after all, I certainly don't hate him. You Oji gods of Sumiyoshi and Nishinomiya, 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