Free Advice Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I learned 
you've got to try 
and yet not try.
It's getting out there. 
If it's up to chance
You've got to snap out of 
self-pity's trance and,  
helping fate,  
go roam where options lie.
While true to yourself,  
striving for your prime,
let others spy,  
at rest in work or jest,
you look and act and be you 
at your best.
This will take effort,  
practice, thought and time.
And next 
it's chemistry,  
that sudden thrill
by scent or tone or spark,  
that makes you crave,
while sensing this is silly,  
and yet grave,
and hope 
another's dreams you can fulfill.
Hear,  
many loves are lost 
for lack of will,
'cause, lastly,  
love comes only to the brave.