Fat Lady Sings
Haveyou ever considered, in your plans,
your due reward will bide?
Wild horses could not stop the charge,
fling prejudice aside.
While bitterness dwells in men's hearts,
e'er sour will be life's taste;
you labour in vain for pointless toil...
may be but shallow waste.
Who, when all is said and done,
knows what each new day brings,
what joys and pleasures are in store
tomorrow, when the fat lady sings?
Will you, with strength procured in faith,
bring wisdom you've acquired?
Your life is ordered by these outcomes,
way more than you may have desired.
Form: Word acrostic
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