Terrible things striking good people down;
Murder, war, cancer or floods.
While the mean spirited can still prosper,
Finances never better.
You may have a record- breaking IQ,
But stupid things will happen.
Even those who work so painfully hard
All their lives; day in, day out
Still drop down dead before their goals are reached
Deeds undone and mouths gaping.
Because fate is not a game with prizes
For each selfless act we do.
We try to read fate with tea leaves or bones
To see it in crystal balls:
The sensible work out their statistics
Then, desperate, they wish on stars.
We forge our own paths as much as we can
Blind to all that lies ahead
Nor do we know the paths of those close by,
Blinkered, we can only guess.