LIFE is a raging river
not a placid stream
life surges and it roars
a torrent not a rain
like the bull can gore
so follow where she leads.
FATE has a key to every door
you cannot lock her out
listen to what fate has to say
for when she comes to knock
there is no hiding from her gaze
as fate will find a way.
HOPE is of a gentle sort
and never far away
hope never yells or shouts
is there to assuage lifes ills
and placate the worst
that fate can say.


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