A slim chance,

A wide ball,

The vagaries of life,

We can but roll with the dice.

 

Yet,

We can stand tall,

On the solid ground,

That which we prepare.

 

We can mark our path

Through it all,

Our eyes open wide,

Our vision clear.

 

Our future is ours,

Our course

Ours to steer,

Whatever may come our way.