Fortune comes in many
shapes and guises.
It is by choice what one might never choose.
For those who like to limit their surprises,
There's always less to gain and more to lose.
Years bring heartbreak one cannot
Even so, one's fortune
If choice and chance like lovers bring to birth
Good progeny and bad, there is no gulf
Hovering between one's wish and worth.
There is but one ecology, one Earth.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon