Crapshoot

Marriage is on the table
Ready to risk a roll
Come
A lot of action
All sevens
You’re in heaven
Perfect harmony
Feeling lucky as elevens
Or don’t come
On the hard eight
A tough way to make it
And boxcars always seem
The highest perfect pair
But come to find out
Those two compartments
Hide the other half’s life
To make the point
You toss breathless
Pass
Or no pass
A lifelong commitment
To dice in a hot hand
Or a shooter going cold
How hefty a wager
What are the odds
Never blow on the dice
When it’s your marriage roll