Fate
He was laughing and dancing,
And so were his near and dear ones,
He had achieved what no one else had done,
He had been rewarded,
And duly so,
They had called him to honor him,
And sent him a round trip air ticket,
Merrily he departed on the journey day,
The flight was long,
And he felt really good,
He imagined the laurels they would heap,
Suddenly the plane gave a jerk,
It swerved and shook,
And took a dive for the down deep,
His laurels were going down,
And so was he,
The last thought he had before crashing to death,
It was fate and let it be that.
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