One’s fortune, be it good or bad

Lies in the future happy or sad

But the type of luck you actually get

By fate itself isn’t always set

Personal greed and mean self-thought

Can often bring a reward of nought

But do some good, as along you go

Then in the end some profit may show

For fellow travellers will mostly see

A different view to you and me

Other lives shaped by a different past

Do not judge, its not yours to cast

Unique roads bring you both just here

Now part of the journey you may share

Think which paths you might choose

If made to walk a mile in their shoes

A nod, a wink, some succour lend

Before your tracks break round the bend

Then later, if falling by the way

‘Let me help’, a stranger may say.