Rota Fortunae thou most capricious of lovers
You've tickled me before with your fickle favors
Spinning yet another everyman in wheeled gyration
Constant only in turning - in change and variation
Wheel of Fortune spinning - lifted I climbed the clouds
En glorior elatus; once elevated then became proud
Until flipped once more spinning mortified thru descent
Only to be abandoned - and tortured as I repent
Our Lady Fortuna - who makes the mighty to mumble
Your charms captivate and us give cause to stumble
Evidence our heroes Samson, Nero, and Nebuchadnezzar
Great Alexander or magnanimous Julio Caesar
Lady of the wheel's turning - diminished I melt away
while yet another everyman will be exalted for today
Let he who is at the summit not neglect his goodly deeds
While status and well-being then compound his many needs
Lady Fortuna Rosa - glows in masked jealousy
She rides roughshod over every offered chivalry
Brought low - has she - many proud lord and king
And many to whom a heathen ruin did bring
Fortuna ever smiling hides detached behind a veil
Fortuna so beguiling - as she assures us all is well
Today then unapologetically turns treacherous tomorrow
So then out of happiness acquaints our everyman with sorrow
Copyright © 2010 Jerry Buckley / Voice of One
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