The Fates
I watch the morning people
Freshly showered and caffeined
As they head into their day
While somewhere all the fates convened…
Deciding who would sink or swim
Or who would rise above,
Whose health or job would suffer
Or who’d find that one true love.
Each daybreak holds such promise
But as hours tick away,
We realize most of life takes place
Where we have zero sway.
I watch the evening people
Trudging slowly home from work.
There they’ll prep to face tomorrow
Where the fates already lurk.
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