0 Fate that tangles up my life,
How are your favors rationed?
I’ve tasted shares of your sour wares–
But where’s the candy stationed?
I’ve taken what you’ve handed out,
Manlike, but what of that?
Between the blows and subtle woes
Might not there be one pat?
0 Fate, I do not ask for much,
But to relieve the tedium
It almost seems between extremes
You could tum up a medium!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 4, 1951
