Evelyn Judy Buehler Poet Triolet

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A Future Unseen

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

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Paula Goldsmith December 30, 2022 at 12:35 PM A fun write/picture. Many times we only want something. Then get it and are unhappy. Happy New Year 2023......................... Evelyn Judy Buehler December 30, 2022 at 6:53 PM Yes, sometimes what we want isn't what we need at all. Thank you for the fine compliment. Happy New Year! :)

Andrea Dietrich December 26, 2022 at 10:04 AM so true. I think you did a great job with the theme, Evelyn Evelyn Judy Buehler December 26, 2022 at 4:14 PM Thank you for your warm words of support, Andrea. :)

Daisy Meadows December 26, 2022 at 12:23 AM A good description. We never know what the future holds. Well written. Evelyn Judy Buehler December 26, 2022 at 9:18 AM I appreciate your kind expressions so much, Jeanette.

Gershon Wolf December 25, 2022 at 7:12 PM Whim and caprice. Such is life... Merry Xmas to you, Evelyn Evelyn Judy Buehler December 25, 2022 at 7:26 PM Life always holds surprises, both good and bad. Hope you enjoy the last hours of Christmas. :)