For those that don't know, @robyneggs runs a weekly poetry competition using these dice with images on them that serve as prompts.
Here is the latest edition with the following dice:
The setting is a formerly married life transformed into a sad and alone one. Age reveals to an old man that fun and personal gratification lose their luster, and ill choices leave one alone with no one to love or to be loved back.
Old and Alone
Manic.... depression.... is not any fun.
So much rain and not enough sun.
After each shower I look to the skies,
hoping those colors will grace these eyes.
But nothing.
Only gloom.
This wintery blight.
Makes me wonder......?....about wrong....about right.
So I take up my cane,
And walk back....to my house.
Where I sit in silence.
Sans clock .....or mouse.
I eat an old apple.
I iron my clothes.
I play Yahtzee alone.
And arrange these prose.
Till I nod off to sleep;
with an eye on the master.
No need to count sheep.
My life's a disaster.
I'll wake in the morning,
and stare off in space.
Knowing, worse than other,
I've really botched this race.
When I abandoned my loved ones,
Chasing fun for myself.
And not knowing that sacrifice....
CAN BE good for one's health.
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There were no families harmed in the making of this poem. It is merely how the dice transformed into this prose.
But remember out there, you ballers and bros....
better care for yo family
and ditch the booze and ho's.