turn over

a poem which attributes the persona's blessings and successes to favor

Chrizdad Arthur
There has been a turn over.
I was once the devil's slave,
But a holy one came to save.
Was it because of my personality?
No, I guess it's favor.

There has been a turn over.
Failure kept me in her grave,
But success took me out of that cave.
Was it because of my pertinacity?
No, I guess it is favor

There has been a turn over .
Life's vicissitude made my joy's hole concave,
But my sorrow an angle came to Dave.
Was it because I was holy?
No, I guess it's favor

There has been a turnover.
I was once a naive lad whom fear could easily
waive,
Not only did I become confident and bold, but
brave,
Was it because of my humility?
No, I guess it's favor.