Another poem: Que sera sera

April, as noted before, is National Poetry Month.  Here is a poem written for my poetry class.
It's what the class leader calls a "manifesto poem."

            Que sera sera

A telephone call, an invitation                                   

To an important conference came                              

Just at the time I needed to meet                               

Those people, just at the time                                               

I welcomed a change.                                                 

Too many say shit happens.                                     

I say serendipity happens.                                        

A telephone call, a chance meeting,                           

Sometimes nothing more than                        

Cherries in the grocery store. 

Others are planners, worriers weighing

Choices, seeking assurance,                                       

Need approval, fear the unknown.                            

Others live by que sera sera.                                    

Not impulsive, but not mired.                                   

Opportunity knocks. “Hello,                                                

Give me a minute or two.”                                         

Que sera sera isn’t winning the lottery,                   

Or sitting on your hands awaiting gifts.                    

It’s not wanting too much                                         

Or valuing too little what you have.                          

Life doesn’t owe you a damned thing .                      

Gladly take what falls in your lap.                            

Que sera sera and serendipity