In the twilight of your years,
Will you sit back and remember
Think of why you are where you are
And then claim you are the victim of circumstances?

When you are breathing your last breathe,
When you realise the chips are falling,
Will you be angry, will you have regrets,
And blame all things on the circumstances?

Are circumstances really out of our control?
Could we do things differently?
Maybe influence the way things are
And maybe stop blaming the circumstances in our lives?

When the time comes to count the cards,
Will there be more maybes and could have beens,
Will you shrug your shoulders and sigh heavily,
Because you were always a victim of circumstances?