Odds are that you will not be famous
But you will be significant to someone
Odds are that you will not be wealthy
But you will have all you need
Odds are that you will not travel extensively
But you will come and go as you please
Odds are that you will grow ill
But you will have known the riches of health
Odds are you grow old
But youth held you long
Odds are you lose a love
But you will have known tenderness
We play the likelihoods, not the odds
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Katie B. (
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I absoloutley love the rhyme, and I resonate because it is what I strive to live for
A lovely message so well said. Everything is relative and often the dream is more than reality and our vision is diverted from what we have to what we wish. Far better to focus on the good that the not realized. A fave
The odds on that horse just lured me in, but I have my health.
Now what is the likelihood of this other horse, Paul's fate, romping in at a hundred to one.
Okay, still have my health.
i m loving the odds heree...
the odds fall in our favour, if we are destined to benefit from them..
good write - thanks for sharing
Looking at the bright side. I really liked this poem.
Thank you so much!
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