Last Day of National Poetry Month

Shakespeare's birthday was a few days ago. I asked the people in my writing class to go in turn and say the quote that comes most readily to mind -- because we do all quote Shakespeare sometimes not even aware of it.  We read a couple of sonnets.  And as every week this month, I gave the class copies of a poem I like. It's not a poetry class but one man surpd just written.

Here is one last poem of mine, written for my poetry class:

Que sera, sera

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,

 Needing approval, fearing the unknown.

 Others live by que ser sera.

 Not impulsive, but not mired.

 Opportunity knocks. “Hello,

 Give me a minute or two.”

                                  
Que sera sera isnt' winning the lottery
Or sitting on yuor hands awaiting gifts.
It's not wanting too much
Or valuing too little what you have.
Life doesn't owe you a dmaned thing.
Take whatever falls in your lap.
Que sera sera and serendiity,
are good friends of mine.