It Is In My Destiny Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It is in my destiny
for the questions remain,
to be or not to be
shall I become a name.
Or shall I be like in spring
a flowering blossom bloom,
that colors shall in bring
to winter before its doom.

It is in my destiny
to bring forward freedom,
and give of its free
forever hope that's to come.
Oh, all your flowering bouquets
so much in your shade,
no ways of regrets
are forever to life made.

It is in my destiny
to become a summer style,
and give to become and be
a root of its moment's while.
If I can hope to grow
and reach the mountain high,
I can fly on and go
wherever my futures lie.