Re-Rolls Exist Only In Board Games Poem by Leo C. Jones

You were the road not taken
The turn I could have took
My biggest 'what if.'
The die was cast and they clattered on the board
A dot on each cube like pupils
Dead and blank
Glared at me then I ask myself,
Could we have rolled
Through tables and boards,
Too,
And become ones that sum up
Two?
But a 'could we have, ' it is,
Only is.
And the coin was tossed years ago.
I chose a face.
I chose heads not tails.
And now my head is filled with could-we-haves
and what-ifs
Because could we have?
What if we did?
But the die was cast and
The coin was tossed,
And I chose to choose the head again.