Born by accident, lives by chance
Picks his ways with the fortune lance
Good luck is not an ending word

It's just a sigh, too often heard

He won a woman, not the first
But one without the money thirst
He got her love and lost his heart

He promised her a whole new start

He broke with dice and history
Got what he craved for: mystery
But time started its grinding work

Common shadows came fast to lurk

Now, when you want to make a bet
Visit the rouge et noir roulette
Perhaps you'll see this man, so smart

With a big smile, but with no heart

He's the dice man, king of the stake
Leaves broken purses in his wake

Frans Tooten is a Father of 2, Husband of 1, Profession no. 13.  He has for some years now been trying to make a living by writing. The commercial side is foremost, but in-between he love's to write the short stories and lyrics. Humor is a tool he likes to use most often. Don't we all like to have a laugh or two? It's good for your
intestines. Moreover, he thinks Life is a joke, even when you feel it as a yoke..