human
David, said he,
gpt
What?
human
It is a very short poem, and one of my favorites, Anthony mused, and his stare at David grew quite hypnotic.
gpt
Ah, here it is--a little, wonderfully big poem by the late Senator John Ingalls. It is called--'Opportunity.'
human
Aha!
gpt
And now, listen,
human
Master of human destinies am I!
gpt
he repeated.
human
That, in itself, means a very great deal, does it not?
gpt
I guess so,
human
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait, Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate!
gpt
Once, concluded Anthony,
human
Yes, I've heard that poem before,
gpt
If feasting, rise; if sleeping, wake before I turn away. It is the hour of fate And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death....