As Fate Would Have It.... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

some are born with wings,
we never see them flying
their wings are invisible
but they are no longer here
they're on top
of their ambitions now,
and we who are born with
rocks in our bottoms and
sticky agents in our hands
are left stuck in our
lowly stations,

fate explains it, and there
are so many explanations for
all these situations

ah some guys have all the looks
and the luck and the
connections

some guys simply don't

they have their parties and
celebrations
we simply look on
less the envy
as fate would have it,

but in the end, life is fair
all tall and short level up
in the size of that
coffin.

contented with what i have and what
i am now,
i simply do the best i can
no matter how meager
no matter how small