If I have railed against the way
The world is using me today;
If I have frowned because success
Eludes my grasp; or happiness
Stays coyly just a much-sought prize
I covet with my hungry eyes,
It’s time I faced the facts again:
Who caused the wound should feel the pain.
Today what effort have I made
To boost my carcas up the grade?
Did I just curse my failing luck,
And pass the ever-present buck?
If I was tame in my assault,
Then was it luck that was at fault?
Who missed the bus can travel late
And yet arrive, who’ll sneer at Fate!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 8, 1945
