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
