See How It All 'Pans' Out

Like the gold prospectors waiting to strike it rich,
as it turned out, everything went without a hitch;
not always that good, things not going as they should,
you were told to go the extra mile if only you could.

A relief to find that you managed to come after all,
appreciated maybe not but anyway it was your call;
who would doubt that compasssion exists, only a fool,
especially when love grows colder and ardour may cool.

The greek god played games until decency shames,
there was no one left to say who really blames;
we didn't expect horns and a tail, we might just fail,
to see insignificance pale in every single detail.

We may be promoted to a level where can't come down,
hence failure may only confirm the satyr's horny crown.