The Dice

Life can be as simple as a roll of dice,
Sometimes we roll it once, then twice,
But this may come with a price
For taking more, than one slice.

Certain people never see the light
Believing it’s their birth rite,
But the realise in hindsight
To manipulate is not quite right.

Its not as clear as black and white,
It may be called an oversight,
Then again it could be second sight
But the dice just rolls day and night.

Copyright F E Dunne 2008 

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