The wise are brave

We hope for fortune’s smile upon our lives

And work so hard we distort  what is wise.

Husbands   may not please entitled wives.

And women  may not show their tender eyes.

Far better to be willing with our choice

What  fraction of our lives can be controlled?

Need  I say we need to free our voice

And that we   attempt to be more bold?

Braveness is  pure good by wisdom known

We grow it  through the trials of our  lives

Cowardice is common, often  unshown.

There most evil deeds may hidden thrive.

Fortune may not favour all who’re brave

For fortune strangely  favours cruel knaves