The Fates

A new sunrise, a new time, a new day Sunsets past, just a memory, time gone. Yesterday we cannot live for, or pray Tomorrows, there are many more, not none. One body, one mind, one love, never late The fates cruel, or be they kind instead. To never love, how wrong, was that our fate? To die unknown alone in a large bed. Benevolent the fates have been to us. Though many years too late, never shed tears To writhe in pain and swear and cry and cuss No we are one and will be down the years. The fates were late, but kind when said and done They gave us each other and we are one. © 3/02/2014