Many Have the Fateful Power

A poem about seeking a professional job - a rhyming poem.

Even in that infancy
Applying for a vacancy.
Rejection, always lunacy -
Sobering sobriety...

Burning candles fervently,
All is sought relentlessly -
Straits aren't flowing evenly,
Set to measure boundlessly.

Many have the fateful power,
Full of wit, they sparkle, flower.
On occasion, by the hour,
They tend to fly and not turn sour...

Use the tools, and all the glory.
Appetite seems not so gory -
Happiness won't tell the story,
If it weren't so hunky dory!