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Destiny is a Guess
Men will toil, blood will boil
All is said and done
To whims and words of Earthly spoil
'Till now we've had our fun
The poet speak unhampered new
The strings of fate reside
Inside the soul of every man
Whose flame poke spiteful pride
Ah, dear reader, if only thou knew
If only thou knewest the time
We mortals will hear what spirit will shew
Thy guess is as good as mine.
All is said and done
To whims and words of Earthly spoil
'Till now we've had our fun
The poet speak unhampered new
The strings of fate reside
Inside the soul of every man
Whose flame poke spiteful pride
Ah, dear reader, if only thou knew
If only thou knewest the time
We mortals will hear what spirit will shew
Thy guess is as good as mine.
Published 24th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
25th Jun 2017 5:00am
Nice..
Dave
Dave
2nd Jul 2017 10:57am
A pleasant poem;however I think it would be better not to use 'thou'.The word is out of context.
2nd Jul 2017 11:03am
