Chance Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

One may think he thinks

And the other may pride his smartness

The truth remains

Great things come to us by chance.

Many had walked that walk

Strode more than you

But chance denied them its fortune

Like the bad man down my street.


That great idea just dropped into your head

Where it came from, you know not

At times, Success just laid itself in our front to walk into

Not necessary by hardwork as some preached

We are feathers in the breeze of mystery.


While you at the peak

Remember that the road to the top slopes downward

Chance that took you there could bring you down

Like the bad man down my street.