Odds

[fdelano]

Odds

 

 

 

Clay chips stack

 

up on green nap,

 

each a life’s gamble,

 

as valuable as causes

 

of its win or loss.

 

 

 

A stack’s height

 

can be hastily built,

 

and teeter even

 

as a short structure,

 

or piled steadily high with care.

 

 

 

The next pair of cards

 

determines our chances

 

and hopes as we figure

 

the odds and cast our bet,

 

our “tells” of confidence.

 

 

 

When matches go well

 

we grin like hell, thinking

 

superior play has won again.

 

Little do we know the odds

 

fall as they will.

[Benjamin]

The fragility of life succinctly expressed: I see the ebb and flow-- beyond control. How things once taken for granted can disappear-- and views on life that usually relate to personal circumstances change. Life truly is a game of chance--but how I hate that awful phrase, “nothing is forever.”

[fdelano]

Damn, Geoff, I hate it when you're right. My stack is close to teetering. As in "Texas Hold 'em," I think I'll go all in. A pair of deuces ain't bad.

[David W. Parsley]

Simple, true to life, true to form. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

 

- Dave

[fdelano]

David, thank you, not just for your words of encouragement for me, but for adding immeasurably to this collection of real people.

[dr_con]

I do love to gamble. Odds are, we don't have a choice but to;-) Nice work...

 

Juris

[fdelano]

Doc, you got it straight. I love those neat piles.