(This is one of my older poems, and not a particularly good one. Is it because I don't really hold the opinions expressed in it?)
I don’t believe in luck.
I don’t carry the foot of a rabbit,
Or the tooth of a woodchuck.
I refuse to accept that it
Controls my destiny.
By the laws of probability,
The longer your run of luck,
The lower the probability
Of it staying stuck;
And you come crashing down.
I don’t believe in fate;
It is an excuse for failure
That I absolutely hate.
My life’s like this, I’m sure,
Because I made it this way.
Your actions today
Decide what you are tomorrow.
I have one last thing to say:
If your life’s full of sorrow,
Do not weep, but seek to set things right.
4 comments:
hey great poems maan!
but i'm still intrigued. what does PLC mean?
Haha... not the kind of question I expected on a poetry blog! Ok, my fault for mentioning my thesis here in the first place.
PLC = Programmable Logic Controllers
Used in discrete control of manufacturing systems and process control in chemical plants.
Aren't you sorry you asked now? :P
naah, actually not. I was expecting something of the kind Linear Predictive Coding, but realised it was PLC, not LPC :D!
neways, isn't Prolog used somewhere in PLC? me trying to learn prolog, so interested.
again, if only to re-iterate, your poems rock!
So the prophet of Chennai Patnam is back with what he is best at doing : giving us, purblind pagans a sense of direction.
Welcome back dude.
Nice poem. There is something that I'd like to point out: A tiny spark can incinerate an entire stack of hay that you have made when the sun was shining. 1% of mischance can ruin 99% of industry.
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