The fortunate make the choices well,
When chance and fate ring the bell,
And bring them to the moments of acceptance,
Their prayers are granted bounteously,
For the world and wealth, power and place.
Lost I the chance in frivolous demands,
Lust muffled my mind, suspended my sense,
Begged for a thing trash and rubbish,
Blackened my face, heart and hands,
Ah! Life is too short to compensate the folly.