What Are The Odds Poem by James Donovan

What Are The Odds



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.

What Are The Odds
Monday, October 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: trust
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