Poem # 52 Impasse

Bad, things happen, without a rhyme or reason,
Luck creeps out, without the slightest intimation;
Hits turn to misses, without a rhyme or reason,
Opportunities pass on, without the slightest intimation;
Doors shut close, without a rhyme or reason,
Success swept away, without the slightest intimation;
In the end what counts, is neither the rhyme nor the reason,
Luck, Opportunities and Success,
None of them pave way, to true Salvation.

Great, things happen, without a rhyme or reason,
Luck creeps in, without the slightest intimation;
Misses turn to hits, without a rhyme or reason,
Opportunities knock, without the slightest intimation;
Doors open wide, without a rhyme or reason,
Success sweeps in, without the slightest intimation;
In the end what counts, is neither the rhyme nor the reason,
Luck, Opportunities and Success,
None of them pave way, to true Salvation.