David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Harbinger Of Fate


In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.
Many of the roads we travel down
a harbinger of fate waits for us there
to change our destiny
from the one we have chosen.
They stand a hitchhiker
along the lonely miles
waiting for us to stop
to give them a lift.
Stopping will be our fate decided
before our destination met.

Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 20, 2011

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  • Stephen Stirk (12/4/2009 10:08:00 AM)

    Life can pivot on a sixpence. You never know what's around the next corner. If we did, would we really want the knowledge. Splendid poem
    Best
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