A Casino called the World

This poems talks about the random chance we get at the game called life. Like they say down in "Gamblersville"- there's nothing called a good hand.

Born on a roll of the dice death just as uncertain. In between , bet your price.

just play the game rules don't count life's the name

win , lose it makes no difference

take a deep breath , dive choose life , and you will die but choose death.... ....and you may just survive..