Roulette
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Tenuous
our hold on life;
never knowing
if our next breath
will be our last
by circumstance,
or design.
How is change wrought-
stone
to shifting sand?
We watched them fall
from the towers;
ten seconds,
a very public death.
How do you move
beyond pain that eclipses
rational thought?
She found him,
life taken by choice,
a private death.
What makes one person slip,
yet another
fall?
Callous disregard for life,
media fodder.
Infirmities, accidents
snuffing lives
of the old,
and the young.
No distinction
between rich or poor,
color or creed.
Our tenuous hold
the only sure thing
as we move through life
watching
the roulette wheel spin,
waiting
for the ball to drop.
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Tenuous
our hold on life;
never knowing
if our next breath
will be our last
by circumstance,
or design.
How is change wrought-
stone
to shifting sand?
We watched them fall
from the towers;
ten seconds,
a very public death.
How do you move
beyond pain that eclipses
rational thought?
She found him,
life taken by choice,
a private death.
What makes one person slip,
yet another
fall?
Callous disregard for life,
media fodder.
Infirmities, accidents
snuffing lives
of the old,
and the young.
No distinction
between rich or poor,
color or creed.
Our tenuous hold
the only sure thing
as we move through life
watching
the roulette wheel spin,
waiting
for the ball to drop.
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