Scribbles of a jaded Mind

Rolling Dice

Few dots on the cube,

Make our steps crude;

The winner takes it all,

Is what our minds recall.

Keep throwing the dice,

And run like mice;

Everyone knows it's a rat race,

So just have to keep the pace.

Sometimes it rolls wrong,

And we blame it on the fate;

But sometimes it rolls right

Then it is a trick of the hand?

The road has snakes,

The road has ladders too;

The snakes will bite,

And the ladder will take us to heights.

Be afraid of the snakes,

And the ladders will never come;

So roll the dice away,

And embrace the risk per se.