capricious fate how
do you decide who
prospers and who fails
who lives in a mansion
who lives on the streets
capricious fate how
can a mortal change
your mind, shift your will
make fortune shine
on those destitute
suffering, no hope
oh fickle fate, one
moment you guide to safety
one moment look away
——-
rhymeswithbug 
A very succinct and apt description of how fate seems to work (assuming fate is benign but just neglectful!) The short lines work super well here, and the sense of questioning also. Thanks. k.
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Thankk you!
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You both echo and slightly twist the Fortuna song, making these sentiments your own.
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I think we all face why. I wish there was an answer to each question. Life is tough!
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Fortune might be just pure chance, maybe that’s why the rich try to invent destiny as way of telling that they deserve it.
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true
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‘O fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle!’
Your poem reminded me of these lines from Romeo and Juliet. Yes, we have been bemoaning the vagaries of fate since Shakespeare’s day (and before).
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we’ll never understand while we are still here
thanks for dropping in to read mine
much love…
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thanks 😊
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Love! Perfect to ask Fortune herself why she is so perverse, so predictably polar!
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thanks 😊
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It is a curious thing…all these extreme contrasting outcomes for people…some say it’s karma…intriguing poem, Candy.
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thanks
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An age old question, but beautifully expressed
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thank you
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