"Dame Fortune's Wheel"
by Peter Benoit
Dame Fortune's wheel turns in all things
Her quiet hand informs all life;
To rise and fall the planet swings
On her command, all joy and strife!.
Her call reverberates in each,
Her subtle way, her endless reach,
Her heartless way to give and take,
To steal all hope, and for whose sake!?
The hangman's rope is kinder still!.
Yet she can lift as well as raze
Her playthings' dreams, and in her ways
She sorts and schemes, makes real her will
To murder swift; all that she owns
Could not appeal this heart of stones!.Www@QuestionHome@Com