What are the odds? Are they as random as I imagine them to be?


Random Odds

by Rose Marie Boyd

The days, long weeks, short years
New loves, old hates, the fears
The where’s, the what’s, the why’s
Wide grins, loud laughs, soft cries
Hothead, warm heart, cold feet
Burdens, demands to meet
Things to learn, to teach
People to hold, to reach
The challenge, triumphs, joys
Silence, the shouts, the noise
The weak defeating strong
Knowing what’s right from wrong
Fresh sights, strong tastes, the feel
Imagined, wished for, real
Deep wounds, rejection, pain
The wind, cold snow, wet rain
To know and trust a friend
To fight, to hurt and mend
Long tales, the truth, the lies
Big loses, wins, or ties
Anger, a curse, deaf ears
Too sad to shed the tears
Soft music in the breeze
Photos, mementos seized
To greet, enjoy, depart
Absence, a broken heart
Nature, a painting still
Ideas, a mind fulfilled
To have, misplace or find
A heart, a soul, a mind
To eat, to drink, bad taste
To save, to toss, much waste 
A dream, a thought not clear
Take hold, keep close or near
Fitness, health, the cancers
Questions, search, no answers
A birth, a life then death
First cries, one chance, last breath


© 2008 Poem by Rose Marie Boyd

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