This is hopeful

The spirit of man is a strange thing sometimes its prosperity comes at a good time and sometimes not.

Fruit

My way it drives the day,
My day it paves my stay.

The world it waits as a bird.
Smarter than I and less involved.

It will be my final judge, at its pleasure,
Nor my treasure to my object.

I alone must desire my score, 
Before that single door.

Of end and stop says now deplore,
waste and ruin for gain and store.

Pay my fare for my watch you poor...

KDG