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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