Wheel of Fortune
desire, destiny, future, games, journey, life, men,
©Wheels of Fortune
Monumental acts are traumatized to stillness
Breathe intakes become gasps of disbelief
Speech cripples to a moment’s pondering
Whether to bring upon laughter, guilt or tears
When ‘understanding’ becomes a path
Time records a lifetime of questioning
To what progresses in maturing men’s minds deliver
And of how many stretches ‘lie’ to those testaments!
We are ready and only human when ‘termed’ to task-find
When that mighty hand-spin directs and advises the player
This adventure ‘life-saga’ of choice to fortune begins
Only stops at why, where , when and what holds for us
There is in one’s future’s fate for one turn at the wheel
One can wait, step forward, step back from a chance
It is all a game this wheel of fortune!
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