| THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE |
where it lands good luck abound or death which comes like a dark black cloud hiding his face with a fearful shroud for fear and love shall spin on this gyration the person who spins expecting damnation its spokes poke and prod making a horrid click it holds the spinner in thrall, making him sick where will it land..no body knows its mysteriousness and intrigue completely shows spinning round what fate shall it give shall it choose to die or live shall it choose strife or luck your well being it shall pluck making uneasiness come to play keeping its chosen path at bay the wheel finally slows to a halt where it has landed is nobodys fault it chooses life, at least for now later on, death, it shall endow There is no choosing in this thing called living there is no taking away without equal giving theres no second chances to first mistakes the wheel of fortune quivers and shakes spinning out of control to bid thee farewell the chooser of heaven or even of hell. BACK TO POEMS |