The Fatalist
nothing ventured
nothing gained
no love indentured
no hope feigned
nothing known
nothing felt
no way grown
not humbly knelt
"is what it is"
"can't be changed"
so often he says
alone, estranged
nothing expected
nothing missed
nothing desired
the fatalist
© Goode Guy 2011-06-07
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