The acts of men sometimes come so kind And with such love do well express, yet The deeds of men sometimes come so mean And with great disgust is well despised. These conflicts unresolved for times, Someday, somewhere resolves to meet.
Between the times of history gone, And the evolutions of future come The present presents a balance point In a mixing grill of settlement, where Deeds and events do take their toll In resolutions of investments made.
Mishap could be just a fair reward, As life fortune is investment gained. Opportunity could be just a means, As occurrences are results obtained. The pendulum swings to and fro, Just as the clock ticks, tock and tick.
What goes on around and again, Does come back again and around Good or bad, it's all our choice, For all our thoughts and acts today, Are investments in the big game plan Of this unfinished business of life.