How the World Should Work

Fortune Favors the Bold

Listen, listen, do you hear?

The whistle of the wind is close, it holds the things of yesteryear

Can you remember? Think it so

All it takes is a few rakes and leaves that change in autumns row

Orange and red, lest we forget

For all things change, it’s true, and yet

We will hold these leaves today

We’ll look at them, as they turn gray

We’ll miss the colors that they cast

On times since gone, that now have past

Remembering what things we did

Who we knew, the bets we bid

Yes this is it – this life we live

We find and gain, and then we give

The play is written, acts are told

And fortune favors, to the bold