Much of life is lived as though on a roll of the dice.  Game of chance and circumstance lived with our best intentions.

Tavern Dice
by Michael Doyle

With a roll of dice
A gamble is made
For something nice
Or evil, I'm afraid

There in this game
Of snake's eyes and seven
Is that familiar same
Discarded in the name of heaven

Crookedly weighted in the die
That fixes the score
In this way, deception lies
That and something more

The minstrel dares to ramble
In search of his broken melody
A darkened tavern's gamble
Is all the same for you and me

All's the laughter
He bargains with the shadow
As long as we both get what we're after
Does it matter how the dice rolls?

(c) July 18, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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