What Are The Odds Poem by James Donovan

Life is just a thing of chance; a fickle maid with whom we dance,
and never even take a glance at all the gifts that life implants;
while gambling with the gods.


We stumble forward in a trance, without a trace of elegance;
We hope a kindly fate enchants us with a hint of ambiance,
while we try to beat the odds.

If we treat karma with defiance, and only trust in self-reliance
can we expect her full compliance; will she grant us her alliance;
or will she think of us as clods?

Do we want to roll the dice and make a fateful sacrifice
In hope that kismet will applaud, or sould we place our trust in God?

For life's a very risky thing, so beware what kind of life you bring
before His heavenly throne and pray He grants you His acceptance.