The Ship of Life sails upon the sea of Time,
courting the fair wind, battling the storm.
I chart its course, guide its wheel,
but there is an Other, I feel,
who, sometimes, interferes.
I disembark in many a port,
some of my choosing, some not.
My stay, too, long or short,
Isn’t always what I want.
Who can this Other be?
Some say it is Chance: fickle, unpredictable.
Others say it is Fate: predetermined, unshakeable.
Some even speak of God: caring, dependable.
Others say it is just the way life is: unfathomable.
What say you, master of your Ship of Life?
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