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How the Moments Come
Strange.
Strange how the moments come;
Those moments upon which one’s world turns.
Some seeming insignificances - pure coincidences:
Chance at its most mercurial
Dealing hands which break the bank or bust,
Or less a case of ‘Lady Luck’
Than life’s ‘Savings & Loans’
Finally coming good for work-weary bones.
All moments could be of the former form
Or just as likely the latter,
Or maybe ‘fate’ or the finger of God
Seeking a dividend on his investment divine.
So where do you and I stand on probability and providence…?
Me? Well, I wouldn’t bet against ‘chance’ –
Let’s face it, it’s an odds-on favourite!
And though the justice the world metes out
Falls far short of fairness for all,
Generally the books seem to balance.
… But fate? .. Fate I can’t fathom.
Maybe I’m too mechanical,
Too straight-laced, too stupid
Or just too plain rational,
But for me fate flies full in the face of free will –
Presumes I’m powerless - my preferences pointless:
So I don’t ‘buy’it.
[Sly thought: if fate existed, it would have to be free –
After all, who would buy fait-accompli? ! ]
Unless, of course, fate really is
Nothing more than holding by chance a ‘Royal Flush’ in hearts, or
Nothing less than deity dealing your cards.
poem
by
Tony Jolley
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