It is my wont to bear my fate
With bitten lip, in stoic mood
The consequences prompt or late
Would quoff my drink and scoff my food
And so I sit in state bereft
Stripped to the bone, my pittance spent
Aye banged to rights with nothing left
Denuded of what were for rent
But were I bent to catch the breeze
I’d grab the spider’s silky strand
Climb heaven’s steps with grace and ease
To slower drop and softer land
I’d have to let my ballast go
Untie the rope, cast me adrift
Arrive where e’re the wind might blow
Consider what befalls, a gift
But I have found life is perverse
Whatever tack I choose to take
Defer my choice or face the worse
I quickly fry or slowly bake
And so it seems I must resign
To hone my map and compass skills
Learn which degree and hill align
As stamina and weather wills
