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Chance

Rating: 3.4

These things wondering I saw beneath the sun:
That never yet the race was to the swift,
The fight unto the mightiest to lift,
Nor favors unto men whose skill had done
Great works, nor riches ever unto one
Wise man of understanding. All is drift
Of time and chance, and none may stay or sift
Or know the end of that which is begun.
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep,
Will never find the ready hour to sow.

Who watcheth clouds will have no time to reap.
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Susan Williams 25 March 2016

She has a soft, haunting way with her words and her words are not idle, but wise like women are wise- - - - - -] All is drift Of time and chance, and none may stay or sift Or know the end of that which is begun.

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Kim Barney 25 March 2016

Moira said it best. This is indeed a beautiful sonnet, and the message is right on.

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Akachukwu Lekwauwa 25 March 2016

chance happens to all.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 March 2016

Beneath the sun! ! ! With the muse of life. Nice work.

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Joseph Ojogba Daniel 25 March 2016

Beautiful!

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