Poem – Luck

Leave it to chance

Fortune favors the bold

Just roll once more

The snake eyes stare cold


Feel the cool rattle

Each corner each edge

No telling what follows

Luck is a hedge


Peer through the green

To the next cooridor

This lifes but a maze

And death is a door


Shortcuts seem godsends

But each is a trap

Fortune is fickle

Her favors are black


Dots on a white die

Roll for the sixth side

Hopes a fools gamble

In which even cynics confide


So roll child roll

Leave it to chance

Just roll once more

Lets watch the dice dance

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