Should I write? I’m afraid I will,
I twirl my pen in a complex ride
As I sit on my window-sill,
to forget how my dreams have died.
Yippies and rock stuck in a groove;
Winning and losing come at a price;
It’s now or never: make your move –
Champions rule at the roll of the dice.
When business is booming and nothing is wrong,
The laidback and failed will rue their day;
Where people are singing Mammon’s song,
The desperate ones are keen to play.
Chances are you have a road to take;
Chances are you have a story to tell;
Chances are you will make or break;
Chances are you have a chance in hell.
If chance was a dance down the cobbled street;
I’d daresay we’d meet sometime and retreat
To heartfelt summer and face life’s oncoming autumn;
Loneliness sits at sorrow’s bottom.
I oft played dice in innocent games;
Where childish weapons hath no names;
The growing years have kept me learning:
I live for the moment as my chances are turning.
Copyright © SC
22nd February 2008