Destiny Poem by Richard Lackman

The lives we lead, lead us with certainty
Toward an end that some call destiny
But are we really destined? Is it fate?
Or is it a decision we cognate?

Do we control what happens once we're born?
Can we make ourselves happy or forlorn?
If so then I choose happiness for me
But whom do I inform so it will be

I'm not so sure it happens just that way
I suspect we'd be mistaken to downplay
The active role that each of us must take
Each morning as we find ourselves awake

So I begin another day of life
Where I must see the heartache, face the strife
And deal again with life's uncertainty
Which I accept as certain destiny