Chance

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.

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