Should I write? I’m afraid I will, <br />I twirl my pen in a complex ride <br />As I sit on my window-sill, <br />to forget how my dreams have died. <br /> <br />Yippies and rock stuck in a groove; <br />Winning and losing come at a price; <br />It’s now or never: make your move – <br />Champions rule at the roll of the dice. <br /> <br />When business is booming and nothing is wrong, <br />The laidback and failed will rue their day; <br />Where people are singing Mammon’s song, <br />The desperate ones are keen to play. <br /> <br />Chances are you have a road to take; <br />Chances are you have a story to tell; <br />Chances are you will make or break; <br />Chances are you have a chance in hell. <br /> <br />If chance was a dance down the cobbled street; <br />I’d daresay we’d meet sometime and retreat <br />To heartfelt summer and face life’s oncoming autumn; <br />Loneliness sits at sorrow’s bottom. <br /> <br />I oft played dice in innocent games; <br />Where childish weapons hath no names; <br />The growing years have kept me learning: <br />I live for the moment as my chances are turning. <br /> <br />Copyright © SC <br />22nd February 2008 <br />Mumbai.<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chances-are-7/
