Wisdom

Life can be a tough old stint.
So little margin for error
In the cynical hubbub
Of day-to-day existence.
You can’t win for losing
Or shine without a heartbreak-
Here or there.
Fate plays with a loaded dice
And loathes all disturbance.
That’s why I never gamble
Over a half glass of whiskey
Till the sun breaks
In the morn.


by Raymond Enisuoh