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About This Poem
Destiny
Destiny is a curious word
Not uttered much these days;
Being far too immaterial
To capture, measure or weigh. Illusive
As the day is long and fickle
As the wind; destiny’s a kind
Of place we all pray we find within.
The journey we start when life is new
And time’s less closely kept;
The older one grows the more one knows
Destiny’s made step by step.
For better or worse, blessing or curse; heaven,
Hell and in between. Each twist and turn,
May leave us burned, building bridges
Or dreaming dreams.
Struggling and striving on the way to arriving
To a location yet unknown; destiny
Is what you do and who you are
When the seeds once planted have grown.
From hard work and labor,
Helping good friends and neighbors,
While following an unchartered course;
Down a road ever winding
Where you know that you’re finding sweet
Destiny, your own inner voice.
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