PerspectiveS

When just a child
              of seventeen
bad tidings were
               calamitous...
Now, much older,
               nothing's changed,
except I feel
               a mite deranged...
For head and heart
               will always be
just a bit at odds in me.
                  
Now, in the Cosmic
               poker game... where
nothing ventured,
               nothing gained...
I can hardly
               wait to see...
What next the gods will throw at me.