Am I, to believe, in the lottery
That fickle fate, flailing her hand
Could change the landscape
So well worn, with faith
Then carry my feet, new, to stand
On a perfect perched ledge
No longer to hedge
For the riches in life, at command
And constructing, at will
Destiny to fulfill...
Quite honestly, silly...the plan
Well said. Most of us are so rich and if we forget need only to look around at our loved ones.
Congrats on poem # 100. Your pen has been a blessings! Keep up the good works!
As they say you’ve got to be in it to win it? Good write :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A high level of thought.I liked reading it.