All game is played by hands of fate
Some are ordinary, others gain respect
If you look at life you will detect
That all danced like a puppet
Because all were ruled by divine intellect
Just like your other poems this is very honest and upright yet you do not over-do the words. You do not write poetry for it to be large and beautiful but for it to be straight out the truth. And I think you really made it with this one. /Agnes
short and have you not hit bull's eye? I too must agree.......the poem and the thought go straight to the soul....explaining...so many things unexplainable...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in a few words... the profound truth well said