To be fortunate : Mahfooz Ali

The dawn’s first rays,
insistent that a new day has begun,
releasing from night’s indentured trance.
past is past and cannot be undone.

Moment, pausing to review
the path have taken to now.
Wonder, if could just start a new.

Predestined ever to repeat?
Blindly stumble each waking day?
Do control the path beneath the feet
or guided? Can’t really say.

With each new day, perhaps
a choice;
to try again;
a second chance next in order
to be fortunate. 

Mahfooz Ali