A Future Unseen
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Will I get my dream job, car, or home?
Each instance of fate hangs upon whim,
Like that of the bluebirds, born to roam.
Will I get my dream job, car, or home?
Amidst the questing, time's often flown,
For chance dwells in a region, very dim.
Will I get my dream job, car or home?
Each instance of fate hangs upon whim.
Written on 12/25/2022
For: Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2022
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