of fate.

Oh fate,
you mighty decider,
how you toss and drive us about
like lithe shapes of tissue,
how you twist and tug on us
weaving us in and out
of endless blankets of
drama and destruction,
as we suffer on
your cruel loom.
But I know your secret fate,
and so I can live my life.
Whatsoever you throw to me,
I might catch it
and make it mine,
and if my lot
fares worse than others,
I live happy still fate,
for still others fare
much worse than I.