Chances are…: A poem 

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Chances are the tide will bring 

a fisherman’s harvest on its wing 

Happiness thrown from a sling 

A child’s frolic on a swing 

Chances are the orphan will share 

a family’s Christmas full of care 

The homeless will happen to greet 

a hearth’s bright fire warming their feet 

Chances are great leaders will shine 

with gold brightening the dark and damp mine 

The ironsmith making rough metal fine 

Paradise clean and white on the clothesline 

Chances are each day will end with dawn 

Justice alone will sound the blowhorn 

To the corral the good shepherd will find 

that none of his sheep have been left behind 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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