Dice

The gift of life is a treasure indeed,

It happens once and it's up to us to succeed,

What we do is a destiny followed through,

A feeling of duty that leads quite truthfully,

The absence of this will leave one lost,

Confused of purpose we pay the cost,

The ultimate price of course is time,

We don't get it back it's nature is fleeting,

Always running it never stops,

Where is it going endless rain drops,

Then one day the downpour ceases,

Amidst the soaked land are creases,

Where once existed millions of pieces,

One with birth we go back to mother earth,

Joined together at once at last,

This is our purpose and the dice have been cast