A Roll of the Dice

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Life is like a game of chance

Like Dice can be a symbol of romance

I roll the dice, the numbers emerge

To give us that special sudden urge

If it brings up the number one

Can that mean life is full of fun

Or if it brings up number two

Should I know just what to do

Number three now that’s amusing

Will it mean I will be losing

If it’s a four that could be bad

Could it mean that I’ve made someone mad

A five means that I am still around

Making a lot of noise and sound

The six could mean I’m in a fix

Or maybe just dealt a box of tricks

Seven maybe means that I’m in heaven

Or that lady luck  is driven

Me onto number eight for sure

Which means there could be a whole lot more

Of number nine, just feeling fine

Like a special reserve wine

Then comes number ten, oh dear not again

Which means I could be in for a lot of pain

Eleven comes and passes by

Barely stops long enough to say hi

Number twelve just makes the set

Is this as far as my life will get

The dice of life rolls gently on

Ever changing like a song

Passes through our daily life

But can cut you like a knife

I will roll the dice again today

To see what lady luck brings my way

Let’s hope it’s full of luck and cheers

To increase my life span for a few more years

  • Author: Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2026 01:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just an odd look at life.
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