I asked my mother, she didn’t hear.

I asked my father; he was in fear.

I asked my teacher, he didn’t know;

he turned toward me, ready to blow. 

I ask some questions and wonder why.

What happens to us when we all die?

What happens to grapes when become wine?

All sweet and lovely, heavenly fine.

What happens within a dark black cloud?

Shouting and laughing thundering loud!

What is the meaning of life as is?

Learning to lose, and losing it is!

Life is a gamble with no winning hand.

Sooner or later, losing demand.

Hope to have a chance for one more game; 

 losing and losing no one to blame. 

We take chances, sometimes with an Ace!

Nothing is certain but lose with grace.

Another chance, with another glance;

wishful and happy, ready to dance.

No matter aces, no matter kings;

all of us losers, even the kings.

Haloo

6/2014