Fortune

Luck, fate and fortune are the three birds
of the same feather.
The three feathers reach the culminating point
when fine is the weather.
Man is the architect of his own fortune.
To be fortunate self- confidence, hard work
and patience will prove to be a boon.
'We make our fortunes, and call them fate.'
To make a good fortune it is never too late.
'Shallow men believe in luck,
Wise and strong men in cause and effect,'
'Fortune is ever seen accompanying industry.'
To the weak, unsuccessful, fraud and misfortune
their fate is like a calamity.
'Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of providence.'
The seeds of success will flower by the waters of
diligence, confidence, obedience and intelligence.
'Where there is a will there is a way,
But Rome wasn't built in a day.'
Fortune made in a day
Very soon goes away
As for fate, you who are learned should know
Man's effort can equal the wonders of fate.
Venture far, but not too far,
Be bold, but not too bold.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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September 29, 2008 at 6:19 AM
I think it's a 7. truthful, rhyming, thoughful, recourceful. a great piece of work that was worked and labored. thank you for that labor and your heart and intelegence. John H. Loving III
Ahmad Avatar
September 29, 2008 at 6:07 AM
very deep, really an amazing piece of work :) keep rocking, keep writing, always!
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September 26, 2008 at 11:52 AM
Much to ponder in this thought provoking poem. I like the idea of fate being a servant. There is a lot of truth in your words. Thank you for taking time to comment on my poetry. Your encouragement is appreciated. Keep on writing!! Karen
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