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A Plan Has a Relation to its Goal
In terms of fate,
start and finish are not mutually exclusive.
Frank is fifty and lives in Miami Beach.
Frank wonders
if he leads the life he is supposed to lead.
Frank is not rich.
Frank has not been rich.
Growing up, I mean.
Frank makes a living,
pays his rent.
But fate is not kind.
Though Frank calls himself a "christian."
II
I'm walking all my days away to school.
All roads I take
lead to the same entrance.
Happily, my high school is down
a different road than was my grammar school.
I think my studies are the first stage
of money in my wallet.
I like school, in a way.
Is my wife here?
I ask the courtyard.
Teachers smile on me like Fortune.
I do my schoolwork
and homework with relish.
A hot dog for lunch, come to think of it.
"What's your pleasure, young man?
It's Career Day," the school says solemnly.
"Can I really choose? Are you sure?" I respond.
"I'm not promising anything. But you're welcome
to try. Work for it," the school says.
I keep walking the paths that lead to school.
I keep working my way forward.
Good.
I'd rather a guided tour.
Why do I bother to learn?
Choosing becomes a hell.
Take a scholarship to somewhere?
Learn a trade?
Business School offers countless opportunities.
I've a penchant for economics, perhaps.
Journalism? Law? Medicine?
Part-time college? Part-time jobs?
Retail management?
I have to reflect on what's right for me.
Many paths lead to one.
I'm not who I'm hoping to be.
III
The moment of Fate.
I'm not sure.
Oh, so, Fate is the succession of choices.
Particularly the end result.
"Here I am!" "Voila!" "I've made it!"
I hope so.
Rather, here is the road of roads to take.
May I have good luck in handling
every obstacle and crossing each by-way.
I haven't much money in my pocket.
Please supply me with a wallet.
And a future to come.
Jesus Christ gives no Fate.
"You're no good, take chances," some say.
So, I need power to have Fate?
With Fate, I can rely?
With chance I cannot.
IV
Conclusion: education is Fate.
start and finish are not mutually exclusive.
Frank is fifty and lives in Miami Beach.
Frank wonders
if he leads the life he is supposed to lead.
Frank is not rich.
Frank has not been rich.
Growing up, I mean.
Frank makes a living,
pays his rent.
But fate is not kind.
Though Frank calls himself a "christian."
II
I'm walking all my days away to school.
All roads I take
lead to the same entrance.
Happily, my high school is down
a different road than was my grammar school.
I think my studies are the first stage
of money in my wallet.
I like school, in a way.
Is my wife here?
I ask the courtyard.
Teachers smile on me like Fortune.
I do my schoolwork
and homework with relish.
A hot dog for lunch, come to think of it.
"What's your pleasure, young man?
It's Career Day," the school says solemnly.
"Can I really choose? Are you sure?" I respond.
"I'm not promising anything. But you're welcome
to try. Work for it," the school says.
I keep walking the paths that lead to school.
I keep working my way forward.
Good.
I'd rather a guided tour.
Why do I bother to learn?
Choosing becomes a hell.
Take a scholarship to somewhere?
Learn a trade?
Business School offers countless opportunities.
I've a penchant for economics, perhaps.
Journalism? Law? Medicine?
Part-time college? Part-time jobs?
Retail management?
I have to reflect on what's right for me.
Many paths lead to one.
I'm not who I'm hoping to be.
III
The moment of Fate.
I'm not sure.
Oh, so, Fate is the succession of choices.
Particularly the end result.
"Here I am!" "Voila!" "I've made it!"
I hope so.
Rather, here is the road of roads to take.
May I have good luck in handling
every obstacle and crossing each by-way.
I haven't much money in my pocket.
Please supply me with a wallet.
And a future to come.
Jesus Christ gives no Fate.
"You're no good, take chances," some say.
So, I need power to have Fate?
With Fate, I can rely?
With chance I cannot.
IV
Conclusion: education is Fate.
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A Plan Has a Relation to its Goal
A Plan Has a Relation to its Goal