The Lottery Of Life Poem by Kevin Moss

The lottery of life holds great mystery,
no one knows what's coming, or what's going to be.
We can't decide our parents, or in which land we are born,
it may start in a ghetto, or a crown you may adorn.
Blessed with life's good fortune, or cursed with mysery,
the lottery of life, always a mystery.

Whether born in shops doorway, or penthouse in the sky,
who says what soul should go where, fate or god in heaven high.
To be gifted with great knowledge, or ignorance be served,
recieve whats not expected, or get what is deserved.
To view our coming prospects is blind to you and me,
the lottery of life, always a mystery.

Is all in life that happens, just a stroke of luck,
or words put down in a heavenly, universal book.
Has all life been written in that book of stone,
or by the wind of chance our future history been blown.
Whatever's in the future, we will never see,
the lottery of life, always a mystery.

(06/02/12)