Poetry

Odds (#1246)

What can you really do,
When all the odds are against you?
Do you turn tail and run?
Do you face it down for fun?
Are there options to weigh?
Or do you jump right into the fray?
Do you become lost in dread?
Or do you keep a level head?
Do you crumple up thinking you can’t do it all?
Or do you roll up your sleeves and stand tall?
When all the odds are against you,
What will you do?

Any Thoughts?

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