Destiny - Poem by Godfrey Morris
We who are called morals
were tossed on this stage
to display gifts divine.
Everyone a say
Every man his day.
Thy skills once locked in cage
We cuddle and fold on this stage
to fulfil our destinies.
Like bees in hives
our honey will unearth
sweet worthy passions
To cause the angels to sing
To cheer the virtues of mankind cause
as they cross life's treacherous line.
A claim to be worthy
Our heavenly prize.
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