Life is just a crap
shoot.
The shape of the die;
The slant of the table;
The turn of the wrist;
The prayers spoken
In hushed tones
For fear of being mocked
Or heard by the wrong deity.
The cast of the cubes;
The lie of the truth,
Greeted with anger,
Remorse or joy.
When all is said and done,
You play the hand you were dealt.
Sometimes you win;
Sometimes you lose;
But if you don't play
You are merely a spectator
And life runs you over,
Leaving you broken
Without ever knowing whether
You could have been a contender.