Fate

Life is just a deck of cards

To shuffle and deal, win or lose.

All who choose to play the game

Accept the levy of their fate.

The finite possibilities are unforeseen

Til hands are called and

Kismet floats with subtle kiss

To spin her wheel of destiny.

 

Eight ball rests upon the rail

Or teeters at the pockets edge 

As fools lay wager, skill or luck,

Bank or combination shot.

The level of a steady hand,

The measure of what’s meant to be,

Divinity or providence, the

End results are still the same.

 

And luck is but a fickle mistress

Pleading for just one more chance to

Grab the glory found in fortune

With no thought of consequence,

While Karma lingers near the borders

On her wild horse carousel

And fate the only one who knows

The final chapter of the tale.