Fortune leaves no reason for regret.
In what one has there is unbearable beauty.
For every moment sings with unfelt joy,
Though some would drown their sorrows in self-pity,
Yearning for whatever they can't get.
Fantasies, of course, continue, yet
One finds good sustenance in their employ,
Uniting hope with fact and dreams with duty,
Rich sense of self that one ought not forget.
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