Life is of luck

From one of thirty six,

to forty six thousand six hundred fifty six.

Snake eyes in three,

nearly impossible to see.

 

Not all is controlled by some self,

Life is full of numbers,

not all going our way,

ruling majority decision against you.

 

For to have something happen,

you rely on something else,

but the luck of that happening,

has nothing to do with you.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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