You might find the reasons,
Why God was placing dice
Or who you thought were real friends,
Were just brilliant actors at playing nice
You might run into that old friend again,
On the other side of a man-made line
You might find that love was actually never lost,
But all, in good time
You might reach, the moon someday
Or perhaps realize, that it’s too far away
Whatever path, you end up taking
You will travel, to the same cross one day
You might hit, the very same blocks
Even with enough bread, women or wine
And you might be pleased, to see the light
But all, in good time
You might double, your salary overnight
And haughtily surpass, even your best friends
Until you find, you will have to leave it behind
That one fine day, your time ends
You might win, more than you lose
And one warm summer, you will probably shine
And you will live, to cherish and savour,
This all, in good time
The fair of life, may appear unfair
Until the tides appear to turn
And the reality of dreams can be seen,
When the veil begins to burn
So far, so good, and thus it goes
Between the start and finishing line
Crests and troughs, you touch each of them,
Though all, only in good time
1 comment:
Nice poem.
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