The game of life has a loaded dice
Each time it rolls things may be nice
But all too often lucky throws are rare
We tend to feel we no longer care
Then a six appears, we feel so good
So we continue on, play as we should
Until that day, who knows where or how long
The last throw comes, and the dice is gone!
Each time it rolls things may be nice
But all too often lucky throws are rare
We tend to feel we no longer care
Then a six appears, we feel so good
So we continue on, play as we should
Until that day, who knows where or how long
The last throw comes, and the dice is gone!
1 comment:
cheating, loaded dice
hollow centers filled with lead-
life is a crap shoot
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