The Game is Life

photo credit: translator, artist, Renaissance scholar The Baroque poet G. B. Marino as Dorian Gray via photopin (license)

The wheel is set spinning
And the future becomes the past.
The fates have decided blindly
If destiny should treat you kindly,

If your innocence should last.
But if the universe has an underpinning,
If there is but one golden rule,
It is that the gods play dice with you.

In the end you can never win
Because whatever strategy you choose
They’ve seen it all before
They’ve predicted every score.

Because heads they win, tails you lose.
The scales of justice have weighed your every sin.
For the gods take pleasure in being cruel.
Beware for the game is rigged when the gods play dice with you.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


  1. Hmm… Frank, I like this poem. In the whole scheme of things, agree we are small and inconsequential, however as I don’t believe in god, I think we can determine our destinies if we so desire.

    If not, there’d be little point for me to wake up in the mornings. 😀

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    1. I don’t necessarily think people’s personal gods are supernatural beings. It can just as easily be societial pressure to conform or an approaching deadline. It is something you think can’t be negotiated with when the reality is there is always a work around.

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