Coin Of Fate

One day, resting in your armchair,

Or waiting inside the Bentley car,

You shall mind yourself with a smile,

The days of tough sides to pick,

We would sit at the bar,

And pull out that golden coin,

Toss it up, to let decide fair and square,

But my friend you would always say,

Your choice is done, with the coin mid way

It's not fate, rather heart, that you lent,

The burden of the final comment,

Because even after days and years gone,

Numerous gambles fought and won,

A part of each choice we make lives on