Kismet
I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after
I'm going through the boxes now
and discarding what I don't need
shredding things, old memories
that once caused me to bleed
I don't know what's around the corner
kismet has always eluded me
what the magician has in his bag of tricks
has shaken all of my beliefs
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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