Posted by cybertron_549672 on Friday September 15, @01:54AM
This poems talks about the random chance we get at the game called life. Like they say down in "Gamblersville"- there's nothing called a good hand.
Born on a roll of the dice death just as uncertain. In between , bet your price.
just play the game rules don't count life's the name
win , lose it makes no difference
take a deep breath , dive choose life , and you will die but choose death.... ....and you may just survive..
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.