Ann Peck Poet Triolet

Chance

Life, itself, seems but merely chance.
As it consumes each day when done.
We seldom pause for second glance.
Life, itself, seems but merely chance.
But, then we pause and look askance,
and wish more wisely it was spun.
Life, itself, seems but merely chance.
As it consumes each day when done.

December 31, 2022
for Chance Poetry Contest
by Julia Ward

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Andrea Dietrich January 1, 2023 at 12:34 PM yes, how we end up does seem like chance. Also it's how we deal with our life, but ultimately a lot of it is truly down to chance. Happy New Year to you, Ann Ann Peck January 9, 2023 at 3:13 PM Thank you so much, Andrea! And a Happy New Year to you!