Toss Of The Dice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Good times rolling around like a toss of the dice when
gambling, having positive effects while our luck holds
out.

The moment we think life will always be good, the dice
turn, bringing us into depths of hell, black and hope-
less we lie there wondering what to do next.

Being blinded by the loss of goodness, wondering where
it is that we went wrong, looking further into the
future, unable to see our own destinies.

Living our lives in impossibilities of being possible,
maybe, having things turn out all right in the end, but
then again, maybe not.