Bare Air

To the one side, you’re no one.
To the far side, you’ve done well.
You’ve heard which means who you are.
You’ve read which comes down to chance.

In the short run, both are true,
Luck and gifts on the one side,
Hard work and hard luck the next.

In the long run, luck runs out,
Bad or good. Hard work, fine traits
Might go on, but not as you.
And they might leave with you, too.

Strange that both these rules hold true,
One fine line through win and lose,
Grand tomb or bare air for you.