Destiny

Paul Bell

Did you seek the all so cool

Did you see the mortal fool

Waited for eternity at the bus stop of life

Old man of destiny, dust became your wife

 

Watch the woman on the train go by

See the decision in her eyes, she sighs

Running away for the final time

But only as far as destiny’s line

 

See the tramp as he stumbles down

To the depths of dirt that lays around

Watch his eyes as he hears the sound

You can’t go lower than destiny’s ground

 

Call the girl who loves so well

Fondle her breasts  the erogenous smell

She will do things you never can tell

But when the woman finds out

Then destiny's hell.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2021 05:37
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 24
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  • spilleronsheet

    Destiny plays it’s own game. Sometimes I laugh at my own mistakes and then cry over the fate’s play. It’s futile to complain. Let’s flow with way destiny plays.
    Well penned dear poet

    • Paul Bell

      It sure does.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      An amazing spiral craft of words. One of the most "poetic" pieces I have read here. Stands out in its own way. Uniquely quaint, kind of, in a beautiful way. Kudos, fellow writer.

      • Paul Bell

        Thank Garth, glad you liked it.

      • Fay Slimm.

        Love the unique usage of personifying what we call Destiny and the rhyming perfects your message that we cannot escape from fate. Great read.

        • Paul Bell

          It runs our lives

        • Goldfinch60

          We cannot alter our destiny, no matter how many paths we walk.

          Andy

          • Paul Bell

            We sure can't.



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