It’s how you learn. It’s just a game,
bumping around the board in pairs.
You throw the dice, and move the same
lucky/unlucky coloured squares.
It’s quite like life. There’s not much skill
in getting one small die to fall.
You think you’ll get ahead, until
your partner throws a six. That’s all.
It’s up and down. Your counter might
land at a ladder’s foot, so you
are whisked up high, a win in sight.
Success? - exactly what you’re due.
But chance can change: another throw -
those fragile dreams of winning break.
Your ladder crumbles, and you go
down the inevitable snake.
Those snakes: their job’s to drag you down,
snatch back your hope, squander your gains;
remind you fantasies can drown,
that nothing’s won without hard pains;
that when you’re down, you’re out, and broke;
that when you’re broke it’s hard to earn.
It’s quite like life (but not a joke).
It’s up and down. And did you learn?
D. A. Prince
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