Destiny And Luck

Time sat with her antinomic daughters two : Destiny the elder, tall, fastidious and hard ; And Luck, the merry, playful conjuring guard Who averts the pre-ordained, out of the blue The old lady crocheting together events odd , Twisting her head ,opened up the dispute : 'Why need you meddle with and transmute 'All that ensues along Fate's heavy, firm plod Considering the plight on the marked path , "Mom " , said the other with a wry smile " I let my picks find the vicissitudes wile "That favour the brave who bear Life's wrath". Thus went the dialectic , neither did concede ; Striking an attitude, blurted the one serious , That every act has its effect due and various ; The other winked and shrugged, to plead : Hope induces vigour in crisis and breakdown As morbid defeat glides like an avalanche , And committed strife finds enlivening chance If death is certain , survival is winner's crown .