Fate's Violin Poem by Arno Le Roux

For eons she played long before you came,
She'd still play her melody long after your name,
Her violin travels far but not for all the same,
The length of Fate's melody written in your name,

She has the power to bend time when she may,
Even Father Time looses count along the way,
Her music fuelled by the prayer of the day,
Sidestepping danger with a violin today,

The melody can push you off your old street,
To ones' you wouldn't travel in heavy sleet,
Her music would force you others to meet,
The ones you would normally never even greet,

Her tune is meticulous guiding the way,
Responding to protection just like you pray,
She knows already what before you lay,
It's normal oh mortal to feel you're astray,

When the burning sun on your long life goes down,
And you forget friends and events all over town,
She will for love sake still play with no frown,
On Her music sheet everyone wears a crown,

She keeps all the secrets of everyone late,
Her melody designed around that one date,
One more hug and a kiss for your mate?
Well again then She'll make you be late,

Today has for you a bus's brakes that fail...
Then now you're called back old granny frail...
On your way out paused by the man with the mail...
Missing the bus takinging down the rail...

She tightly holds hands with old Father Time,
With Swiss precision intervening right on the chime,
To notice her artform you need to prime,
Looking around you value your time,

How many times count them have you been late?
So many times friend all saved by Fate,
Her tireless playing keeping the date,
Helping the Angels making death wait...

Arno Le Roux 2014