Lottery

everything is a gamble
lottery
throw of dice
there was a girl on a bridge
I passed by on my motorcycle
every Friday
for five weeks
we caught eyes & smiles
then my route changed
I never saw her again
who knows what torrid love
life, kids, homes,
we could’ve had
it was chance made us pass by
never really brought us together
it is fat luck rather than thin hope
that creates opportunity
you can hope for an opportunity
but it is chance that gives hope
& only fools bet on certainties
for where is the romance in that?

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