Coincidence
Coincidence has destined my ironic fate,
Like star-crossed lovers who act too late,
Before I even drew my first breath,
Providence recorded my imminent death
Fortune allotted to me my share,
Accident laid out its trap and snare,
Providence determined the lot I drew,
While Chance saved me from much ado
Prudence guided me through hazardous terrain,
Luck saved me once or twice from pain,
Sense urged me in my decisions,
Foresight saw that I had my provisions
Chance played its crucial role,
Twisting and rearranging my dole,
Now I am merely the outcome of Circumstance,
Relying on the whim of Happenstance
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