I stood on a hill overlooking the sea,
and wondered what my destiny be.
Would I be loved or would I be lonely?
Would I sail on a pirate clipper
in search of some lost treasure?
The wind ruffled my hair,
but the sea never spoke to me.
Every person has a journey,
for some it is long,
while others it is short.
No one can read our destiny;
we only make it what it is to be.
So true david we carve out our own destiny, with hard work and a lot of faith and love, who knows how far we go...10
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This I know for sure, we are in charge of our own destiny. Wonderful poem David, thankyou.--Melvina--