Excerpt from Of Angels and Me (https://www.dontillman.com)

While sitting in a book store one day,I noticed a book entitled, Destined for Destiny: The Unauthorized Autobiography of George W. Bush. The title got me thinking and I sat down and wrote this poem.

FORTUNATE FOOL

Is destiny really destiny?

It truly makes no sense.

Is fate to be expected,

Or just coincidence?

Someone somewhere answers,

But he cannot answer why.

Is providence providential?

The question seems to loom.

Is fortune all so fortunate,

Or could it bring my doom?

Someone somewhere knows this,

But he cannot tell me why.

Fortuitous is my first name,

Fatuous my last.

They are so incongruous,

But that's the roll that's cast.

Someone somewhere did this,

But he never told me why.