The Lottery called Time —
Each Ticket bears a Name —
We draw by Breathing — one by one —
And none may cry — Unfair!
The Wheel is turned by Silence —
The Hand we never see —
It grants a Dawn — denies a Noon —
With equal Courtesy —
Some win a Moment’s Radiance —
A brief — bewildering — Prize —
Some hold but Ashes — warm from Hope —
And some — the Long Good-byes —
The Numbers fall like Petals —
From Calendars — undone —
A Life — may hinge upon a Beat —
Or miss — by less than One —
Yet still we stake our Heart — entire —
Against the Odds — unknown —
For Faith itself is Chance — refined —
And Love — the Wager thrown —
If I should lose — I keep the Draw —
For Living — was the Fee —
And even Loss — declares — at last —
I played — Eternity —
TURN THE PAGE.
You just read the last line of the very first chapter,
and you are complaining about the introduction.
Moreover, you think it is a very long chapter.
TURN THE PAGE.
You say that you do not like the way chapter one was written,
and you are apprehensive and suspicious of the next chapter.
TURN THE PAGE.
However, you must remember that you are not the author.
The author wrote his story his way, as any authentic author would.
TURN THE PAGE.
Furthermore, if you wish to read his book, you must turn the page.
The world was being written before you appeared, and its future
does not hinge upon you. So read on; write on; and turn the page.
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