Fingers Crossed

Life is a game of diminishing returns

An hourglass of sand flowing down night and day

The top bulb for birth and the beauty of youth

The lower bulb represents death and decay

The amount a man gets is up to the stars

An unseen yet all-knowing outcome of fate

The volume of sand and how fast the grains fall

Only destiny knows how much and the rate

Life is a game of horizonless fortunes

A lottery ticket doled out at no cost

The numbers pop up in a haphazard way

Most wagers wash out but with all fingers crossed