Each day another game of Russian roulette
Not knowing how many bullets in the gun
Life nothing more than a loosing bet
There could be six or one, or none
Three pounds of pressure on the trigger
From birth to the grave the chances so low
Sooner or later we'll get to know the grave digger
Disease, accident, war or murder we don't know
Not knowing when the explosion will happen
where, or when, or how
Old age, don't let it catch you nappin
To death we all must bow
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2023 05:36
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It doesn't, and I bow - just want it to be easy and quiet.
Neat write, Soren.
Thanks Dave so good to see your back. Me too easy and quiet is the way
A fine write SB.
Doh! I did not play Russian Roulette properly. I left one gun chamber EMPTY and filled the rest. 1 out of 6 chances you will see me again! lol.
Well, KP told me that's how it's played!
Thanks Orchi it could have been worse if you had put that last one in, then you would have had to rely on a misfire. lol I'm glad I'll see you again.
Doh! I didn't get the hang of the game. lol.
Sorry to disagree... when we were kids several of us all agreed to never die! (-:
Looks like it is still working for you how about the others? Hope so. Thanks for the read.
BUT NOT YET SOREN!
I still have too many people to upset. LOL
ANDY
death is a promise
that adds flavour to our sensations
..in life,
(I like your rhyme scheme
and the matter of fact way
you tackled such a complex
subject)
an important and engaging read
thank you! dear Poet
Thanks L.B. A wise and deeply thought out concept. This is not the common view but I think that it has a great deal of merit. Your comments are always deeply appreciated.
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