Fortune lies strewn as pebbles, awaiting discovery
Strewn across the beaches of Life
Amid particles of slithering mass.
Glittering shells and pebbles do lie
In endless wait for waves to pass.
As Countless waves swell and keel over
Rushing and ranting, all froth and foam .
With endless rhythm and boundless vigour
With tireless thrust and vicious form.
Conchy shells and pebbles lie strewn
In random patterns and symmetry.
As waves leave the beaches hewn
Like dazzling verse in Life’s poetry.
Pebbles of fortune lie scattered across
Life’s tortuous ways and charted paths
Toil and turmoil does roll and toss
Sweeping them under tufts of grass.
Awaiting someone to wander by
They wait there in slush and grime.
For an earnest heart and roving eye
Like church bells in sombre requiem
The curious ones do find them however,
By quirk of fate, or smart diligence.
By Luck benign,or sheer endeavour
By thoughtful effort or mere Providence.