Fortune is a favor to
be earned.
One's will is like a wind on weathered stone.
Remnants of one's dreams lie all around,
The leaves that nourish well the fertile ground,
Uniting the imagined with the known.
Neither slave nor free, nor blessed nor spurned,
Each borrows life and must repay the
loan.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.
