Chance

It’s a casual game, among friends,
All of who hope to be the big winner.
We will confront small risks
Often folding when the odds say “stay”.

Chance is our host,
Moving around the table, kissing some, crushing others.
Chauvinistically we see “chance “ as a female,
Well dressed, diamond sharp cool.

We all play this game, daily,
Not always by choice.
Indeed, the choice is never ours.
We breath we play.

The game begins with an error,
Having decided the process is “fair”
And disruptions of the cosmos
Will not affect the outcome.

Consider, the ground firm until the earth moves,
That odds will not be impacted by the unforeseeable.
Truth: when you get it right
It’s a result of unseen compensating wrongs.

Deal your opening hand, check the cards!
Ready for the game?
Is your day planned
And chance smiling?.