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In existence, select the path to follow.
This is the most pivotal choice of your life.
Will merely delay or endure things to rife.
Roll the dice and check if you hit or are hollow.
Every day is grand, life allows a raw leaf.
You'll gaze at how other wanders to our pile.
Over time, we agonize over hope for a smile.
Why worry about fate, life books, joy or grief?
Fitfully, I need to shout a present tale a day.
If this occurs, on our page, bestow a prize.
How could this arise with no tears or sights?
Therefore, if it's deliberate or not, wish it may.
Could it be evil luck? I care about savory?
I'm still bearing a lot and becoming older.
Each day's tale is over success or failure.
In eager days or bane, we may pray for glory.
I learned late that hope conveys might.
To live hastily or slowly or meet strife.
My tale ends fearfully of hailing the rife.
Oh God, I am daunted; our life is a plight.
Written: November 15, 2022
The Crap Shoot #2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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