The Flow Of Destiny Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Flow Of Destiny
Everything changes,
Nothing stays still,
With us, voluntarily,
Or against our will,
How impotent we are!
How terribly weak!
We can't even control,
The happiness we seek.
Call it Destiny or Fate,
We seek in vain the noble key,
That might set our human spirit free,
However we are tributary,
To what we cannot see,
Something, somewhere, maybe?
Called Destiny.
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4/26/2024 6:06:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, I say 'a breathing poem'. destiny, yes it is. fate we have in our genes... or not! we can't get happiness always. I think happiness is also not an absolute thing. there are chances of sadness of another in the happiness of one. attaining wisdom may be the ultimate target, it is a pleasant journey but it also be painful. peace