Fortune Presents Gifts
My life is a list, over time grown long Not one, but two, neither right nor wrong The first contains all as I wished and willed The same with the other, though not fulfilled In the manner expected, yet still complete But the first retains its higher seat In the stadium of my opinion and thought Each moment is lived - it cannot be bought The lines of these lists will slowly be checked Not as I desire, nor as I expect I remember the song as I listen and look "Fortune presents gifts not according to the book"