Ode to Opportunity

The passion that fills and sweetens my blood
boils untired in a fiery flood
O take it a promise or a trance of myself
to vanquish the bonds of moneyless pelf
O opportunity, the magic of life
how often you come, how often we strive
How often you giveth, how seldom we take
Pearls mask in risks that feebly we stake
Ye bless me with power to sync with your call
Blow down indolence, O mangle this pall
Rouse up my spirit, fire my skill
Put it to practice, to the peak of the hill.