Destiny Poem by Robert R. Railey

Destiny



Destiny
When we were young,
The path appeared to be overgrown with weeds
These days, though, with the end much nearer
There seems to be a lot less clutter
For with fewer boulders and flora in our way
It makes for an easier journey
But as we near the end of our promised time
It's only natural for us to wonder
If we couldn't have done a little better

Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: wishing
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