It is bad management when we suffer fortune to be our guide
When we let chance and fate, rather than wisdom, decide.
For in the hands of fortune, we are but leaves in the wind,
Tossed and turned, with no clear path to find.
Fortune is fickle, ever-changing and unsteady,
Its whims and fancies, unpredictable and ready.
One moment it smiles, bestowing gifts and grace,
The next, it frowns, leaving us in a desolate place.
To let fortune lead is to live without a plan,
To drift through life, without a guiding hand.
It’s a game of chance, where the stakes are high,
Where dreams can crumble, and hopes can die.
Good management means taking control,
Steering the ship, toward a defined goal.
It means planning, preparing, and foreseeing,
Not just reacting to what fortune’s bringing.
Fortune, with its allure, can be a seductive guide,
Promising ease and riches, with nothing to hide.
But those who follow it, often find,
That it leaves them lost, with peace of mind.
We must be the masters of our fate,
With careful thought, navigate.
Through life’s vast, uncertain sea,
Guided by wisdom and strategy.
To suffer fortune, is to be a passive player,
Hoping for the best, in life’s uncertain layer.
But good management, proactive and wise,
Prepares for the lows and aims for the highs.
It’s about making choices, with foresight and care,
Not leaving our lives to fortune’s snare.
To set clear goals, and work each day,
To build a future, in our own way.
For when we let fortune dictate our course,
We relinquish our power and feel remorse.
But when we manage with skill and thought,
We shape our destiny, and all we’ve sought.
Fortune is a force, we cannot deny,
But we mustn’t let it be our sole guide.
With good management, we take the helm,
And navigate through life’s vast realm.
To suffer fortune is to live by chance,
A risky, unpredictable, chaotic dance.
But with good management, we find our way,
To a brighter, more certain, and purposeful day.
So let us not suffer fortune to lead,
But with wisdom and planning, succeed.
For in our hands lies the power to steer,
To build a life, that’s treasured and dear.
It is bad management when we let fortune decide,
Our fate, our future, with its erratic tide.
But with good management, we can prevail,
And write our own story, in life’s grand tale. RC