Destiny Poem by Jackie Chou
Destiny
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I used to reach high, on tiptoes,
Arms sore from stretching,
For the princely type,
The reddest apples on the tree.
I was quite the Cinderella,
Left stranded on the street,
After the last bus had passed,
No Don Quixote in sight.
Then I learned a word,
Which would save my soul.
Nothing can be done,
If it's not meant, or destined, to be.
Friday, April 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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4/24/2024 10:52:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Then I learned a word, Which would save my soul. Nothing can be done, If it's not meant, or destined, to be. Is that word love?