At the Roulette Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

RouletteAt the Roulette Table in Monte Carlo, Edvard Munch (1892)

At the Roulette Table

For all, life is but a game of roulette
Every decision we make is a chance
Sometimes we’re hesitant to place a bet
Especially when it comes to romance

With every spin the outcome is unknown
Romance is always a game of what-if
Often the choice made by testosterone
That easily points to the nearest cliff

But what if we only stand by and watch
To smile gleefully at others’ great joy
Thinking of the chances, theirs we could match
Or the opposite, us, it could destroy

It’s now time to place our bet, red or black
Quick, once placed there will be no turning back