When You Least Expect It


Fortune, grinning, springs
From darkened doorways,
Leaping with abundant mischief
To take another victim unawares.
He stalks the blissful
Drawn by their innocence,
He startles the hopeless
Moved by their plight.
When he is least expected,
He makes his entrance
Without apology.
But do not call,
Nor whistle, nor command,
For Fortune then will
Turn disdainful face
And seek the shadows,
Biding there till the
Unsuspecting happen by,
And with sudden abandon,
Take their breath away.


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