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.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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- User favorite of this poem: Garth Rakumakoe.
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Comments4
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
It sure does.
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.
Thank Garth, glad you liked it.
Love the unique usage of personifying what we call Destiny and the rhyming perfects your message that we cannot escape from fate. Great read.
It runs our lives
We cannot alter our destiny, no matter how many paths we walk.
Andy
We sure can't.
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