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This poem, “Fortune’s Hand: Shaping Life’s Journey,” explores whether we control our own destiny or are just pawns in a predetermined game. It illustrates how Fortune influences our lives, from birth to death, affecting wealth, health, and opportunities. The poem raises a fundamental question: do we shape our fate, or does it shape us? It invites readers to consider the interplay of free will and fate throughout this poetic journey.

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In the cradle of the cosmos, fate takes form,
A tapestry woven through night and storm.
Fortune’s hand guides us from our first breath,
Mapping each moment till our final death.

Born in the palace or the peasant’s cot,
Destiny dictates each humble lot.
Circumstance and chance, the cosmic dice,
A roll of fortune, a precious slice.

In health and vigor, or frail and weak,
Destiny’s whisper, the answers we seek.
It paints our nature, with colors bold,
A story of life in patterns unfold.

Wealth’s abundance or scarcity’s sting,
Fortune decides what life will bring.
The golden coins or the empty purse,
Destiny’s script, both blessing and curse.

Education’s light or shadow’s dark,
Fate’s guiding hand leaves its mark.
The chance to learn, to grow, to thrive,
Or in ignorance, to struggle and strive.

Opportunities, rare and fleeting,
Destiny’s gift or cruel defeating.
To acquire wisdom, to chase our dreams,
Or to be bound by fate’s harsh seams.

Love and loss, joy and sorrow,
Destiny carves each bright tomorrow.
In paths we walk, in roads we tread,
Fortune’s design is always ahead.

We dance to the tune of destiny’s song,
Each step we take, whether right or wrong.
In every breath, in every sigh,
Fortune’s shadow, always nigh.

From birth to death, through time’s embrace,
Destiny guides us in life’s grand race.
In every joy and every strife,
Fortune’s hand shapes our life.

Do we shape our fate, or does it shape us?
Are we mere players, or do we discuss?
Can we defy the path that’s laid?
Or are we bound by the roles we’ve played?

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