Heads or Tails?

It’s a game of odds,
The pattern never the same.
Not a path preset by Gods,
It’s an excuse too lame.

Conspired the universe,
To make us meet; my dear.
Life would be so much worse,
If a minute was varied here or there.

The game of odds,
We call it life.
Makes a point,
Does it not, wife?

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