Time and Chance
I returned,
And saw under the sun,
Beneath the merciless heat,
Illuminated by the fiery light.
That the race is not to the swift,
For no matter how fast they run,
Irregardless of where they run to,
They can never leave their conscience behind.
Nor the battle to the strong,
Since there will always be someone stronger,
And the greatest enemy is always themselves,
With fear being their greatest ally.
Neither yet bread to the wise,
As no man can claim for himself the knowledge of the Gods,
And those who are truly wise,
Will often decide to leave this world behind.
Nor yet riches to men of understanding,
For understanding is a title bestowed by other men,
Where other men may never understand,
Just what it takes to know and to learn.
Nor yet favor to men of skill,
Since the value of a skill may never be measured,
Yet its worth often widely recognised,
Likewise, its holder remains unknown.
But time and chance,
Happeneth to them all,
As their fates are known by the Gods above,
Yet their destinies remain theirs to hold.
By Ezra © 2001. All Rights Reserved.
