Fate Is Fickle Poem by Jim McGill

Fate is fickle…but very, very funny
It's a floating hand that follows money
Open, it's fingers stroke or fondle fools
Who ignore all sound financial rules
They blindly choose to be callous
Greedy to the needy with willful malice
And they forever sing their ancient song
Of how they are right and you are wrong

But, the open hand can flex to a fist
And no matter how fools try to resist
The gob of greed gets whacked some
As fate's fist follows it's ancient dictum
What goes around, then comes around
It is the greedy that will be confound
Chanting again and again its old refrain
And in the end—greed causes pain


Jim McGill, September,2023