When things went well I'd rarely say I ought to credit God or fate, Statistically at any rate. I took full credit for my day At least when outcomes went my way. The magic dust no one could see I thought I sprinkled liberally. I don't know why I gave up this. I did. Perhaps it was that kiss, That slap, of Grace that conquered me.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use the word “fate” in the B lines of a décima having the rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.