Some say that life’s a gamble
In which you win or lose
You deal the deck
You place your bets
You hold your breath
And then collect your dues
But life is not all chance
Nor game of fight or flight
Sometimes the dice is blank
Sometimes the cards are white
Some say that life’s a classroom
In which you live and learn
You make mistakes
You take your breaks
You grow your soul
And so the wheel turns
But life is not all graft
Nor school of tests and grades
Sometimes there are no lessons learned
Sometimes there are no accolades
Some say that life’s a journey
In which you wend your way
You choose a path
You make your hearth
You walk your talk
And rise to meet the day
But life is not all quest
Nor march from A to B
Sometimes you move in circles
Sometimes you only dream
Wayne Visser © 2010
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
