Fate is a mysterious thing,
Of wonder, Hope, and whatever life may bring.
Who knows what may lie around each corner,
As we go through our day,
Unaware of our destiny,
A mystery of life, in its own strange way.
Whatever descisions or plans we may make,
Will always work out in the end,
However long it may take,
For what is meant for us, will always be.
So we have to take the good with the bad,
And just wait and see.
There is a reason for everything, i often say,
It will all become clear in its own way, one day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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