Sunday, November 8, 2015

Coin Toss ... or Not

Coin Toss ... or Not

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem it copyright)

in sun, sleet or rain

tossed by a devil
wise, though insane.

Heads--headed downward.
Tails--trailing too.

Still rushing the mud
under somebody's shoe
made by blood, urine, booze.

Anyway you lose.

Or cradled.
The palm?
A trusty hand.

Never to fling you to randomly land.

Since given a choice
what coin would you be?

Flung in the air.
For a time, careless and free?
Trusting fate to control?

Or allow yourself security?

Gratefully collected
placed lovingly inside
a grand treasury?

Making decisions
slaps chance
in the face.

A sensation worth
an everlasting
joyful peaceful pace!