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Be you not
Fortune’s fool
The will of man
Is to self-determine
And not falter in superstition
Or by the fickle hand
Of idle gods
Even should it be
That pride lays traps
For unwary travellers
Yet it is so
That our lives are only
Little dreams
Unless we decide
To make of reality
What we design
Ask not what the future
Holds for you
Make the future
By your choices
And if your character
Yet pre-determines all
At least make that
Also yours
Be not
An unwitting player
Following another’s script
Be you not
Fortune’s fool

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Fortune

  1. I think this is a very thought-provoking poem, Helen. The possibility of being fortune’s fool has unreasonably high odds. How often have we unwittingly followed another’s script. I can say I have for sure. Super poem.

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