Dreams Put On Hold
Fate met with life on a crossroad,
they saw me looking both ways,
hesitant to take any merging path;
fear overcame me, numbing my senses,
and frozen like Alaskan ice, I stood there.
Fate asked life to put dreams on hold,
but she protested with an astute reply,
" He's old, a huge debt you owe him! "
I waited while they battled with words;
a rushing thought invaded me , " Go! "
And I started running, not listening to them;
I realized that fate is what we make of it.
I remembered the card reader who suggested
I wore a talisman for good luck, I ignored her.
If in defeat I mourn, or in triumph I cheer...
the voice that I heeded was a good omen.
I have lived longer than any true or untrue friend;
at their tombstones I stand and grieve their loss,
perhaps The Higher Power added years to this life
to recompense me for my patience and long wait.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
