Fickle Fate Poem by Damian Cranney

Mary Marion Williams, is one of twenty three,
rescued and surviving the North Atlantic sea,
Fate is a fickle friend, to have upon your side,
For if destiny is written, there's no need to have a guide.

Mary believed in fate, so had no fear at all,
when on that dreadful night, the steward gave a call,
"abandon ship, we're sinking" he rapped outside her door,
Then suddenly, an explosion threw her to the floor.

She did in no way panic, Just picked herself up and dressed,
Paused for a moment, to root inside her chest,
Retaining a small object, and leaving all the rest.
Making her way to the deck above, the ship began to list,
she was struggling up the gangway, when someone grabbed her wrist,

Do not worry ma'am, a voice above her cried,
I am not, she said I know I'm safe, for fate is on my side.
she was helped to a lifeboat, by a member of the crew,
and looking round, she found she'd joined, the other twenty two,

Fate took a hand again, for our lucky ladyship,
She was picked up the very next day, by a Royal navy ship,
Who just by chance or maybe fate,
Happened to be passing by, upon that very date.

This poem is a work of imagination, any likeness to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.