Adventures

A ball rolls in dozens of ways,
Like dice or spells of magic-days.
The game we play is to entertain,
You must roll dice and it is hard to attain.
May scores result from luck and guile,
A good fantasy is about to compile.
May rigid rules subside at times,
Then strict composure at bedtimes.
For they roleplay and talk over issues,
No politics allowed, just to amuse.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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