I asked my mother, she didn’t hear.
I asked my father, he started to fear.
I asked my teacher, he didn’t know;
turned toward me, ready to blow.
I ask questions wondering why,
what happens to us, when we all die?
What happens to grapes when become wine?
sweet and sour, heavenly fine.
What happens to water when becomes cloud?
Shouting and laughing thundering loud!
What is the meaning of life, as is?
Learning to lose, losing it is!
Life is a gamble no winning hand.
Sooner or later, losing demand.
Hope for a chance for one more game;
losing and losing no one to blame.
We take chances, sometimes with Ace!
Nothing is certain, but losing with grace.
Another chance, with another glance;
wishful and happy ready to dance.
No matter aces, no matter kings;
all of us losers, no matter kings.
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015