Kristine Joy, Writer

A thought just dawned upon me;
the number of tries in life
that we are gloriously given.

One, two stabs and even three;
an abundance truly rife
without a need for submission.

Four, five whacks without mere plea;
instead of allotted strife,
one stays in seat to be driven.

Even six, seven cracks - free;
and serenaded by fife
because we've heartily striven.

Eight, nine, ten bids for thee;
and yet, one needn't face knife?
In glory, we're always forgiven.