Treasure Island

Linda Winchell

(still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

' Destiny Calling'

What determines our destiny to be?
What we become, futures predestined to see.
Where will roads lead untill it all ends?
Destiny calling, live's for some predestined to spend.

Why do our lives, create a passion for some?
And then for others, there seems to be none?
Struggling to be what is too far from fingers reach,
Never accomplishing, what it is that you have preached.

Dreams and hopes, they fade in the mist,
Grasping at life, from the dark depth of an abyss.
Looking back at what could, should, may have been,
Lacking that door of opportunity for your passion deep within.

Silver spoons for some placed in the mouths of their young,
Others dying to achieve selling you dreams with forked tongues.
Jokes being played an other's laughter not heard,
Destiny fullfilled at the bottom of a bottle at a curb.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Edited: Friday, May 15, 2009

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  • Shirley Hanley (12/22/2009 4:50:00 PM)

    Linda I too wonder about destiny and how our choices play into the unfolding of the future. No one knows the answer but many are presumptuous enough to think they do.

    Just the other night, after viewing the movie 'Slumdog Millionaire', I found myself pondering why one is born into the Caste system of India and another to the silver spoon of the Rockefellers? Then I hit myself up-side-my-head with Chuck Petz's rubber mallet and stopped thinking about things there are no answers for! LOL

    But on quiet, moody days it does give us something to muse about, as you do in your poem. Nice write! (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (10/23/2009 2:23:00 PM)

    Dreams and hopes, they fade in the mist,
    Grasping at life, from the dark depth of an abyss.
    Looking back at what could, should, may have been,
    Lacking that door of opportunity for your passion deep within......................wonderful write by the faith in God, as the path of life as when predetermined, everything happens to happen by the wish of God and our role limited by wishes of God, yet introspective and ingenious write,10+++, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Barbara Terry (9/9/2009 11:32:00 AM)

    There is a sad truth here sis. When people actually understand that the Father has predestined our lives in His plan for us, then maybe there will be more acceptance and understanding in this world, and the cruelties of this world will be a thing of the past. I hope and pray for this every day. On another site there is an author that says she was born with a silver sppon in her mouth, but instead of all the fancy parties she likes to be down to earth and write about love. She is very good too.: P A 10+++++.

    Love & hugs,
    your sister in Christ our Lord,
    Barbara (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Heart (1/23/2009 3:56:00 PM)

    this poem is the best. i do sometimes fail then sometimes gain. keep on writing! ! (Report) Reply

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