Fortune
is the child of will and chance. In seeking cause, one finds a mute
regression. For some, life is an incandescent
dance, Though others tend to look at it
askance, Yearning for what's not in their
possession. Nor can one ever know what might have
been. In judging fortune, there is no
reward. Now is what one has to choose or
spin, Ever of one's will the sovereign
lord.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Allemande. By Wahneta Meixsell. Music free to use at YouTube.