The narrow door opens
As the wide door shuts.
No portal is accessible
For wanted success.

Toil, as you might,
Research, yearn, sweat,
All spent in futility.

Mother’s words,
Father’s example,
Teacher’s lesson,
All for naught.

In the end,
Luck is the overlord
Of our destiny.

Right place,
Right time,
Wrong disposition.
The presentation fails!

The eagle flies away,
Her prey in taloned grasp.
Hope escapes her victim.

Fate deals the cards
For the hunter and the hunted,
Kismet is her name.

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.


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