It does seem arbitrary

It does seem arbitrary

Who lives to grow old

Is it chance

A random happening

The product of good genes

Is lifestyle an actual choice

When what we become

Is an alchemist's delight

A philosopher’s stone

Or a piece of lead.

Who determines

When to stir and when to pour

One spoonful

Seems the same as any other

At first glance

But biology is science

Even when things

Are equally divided

Put under the

Microscope

Looked at objectively

The odds are heavily stacked

Against equality

Of opportunity

With no certainty

A compound of nature

A tincture of nurture

Will yield the same result

As a pinch of salt

In a pot

Of organic vegetable

Matter

Will taste good

Or save the planet

Without a ladle full of love

And a slice or two of luck