Fate Poem by Paul Reed

We do not know our fate
Or when the unexpected looms,
We continue from date-to-date
As the roof falls in on quiet rooms;

We know so much but so little
In our self-congratulatory race,
When events beyond our control skittle
The pins from carefully assembled place;

Our plans are lost as the years pass
Derailed and scattered away,
Like the sorry, down-trampled grass
Once of thrusting, neat-bladed array;

Let the grains of sand gather in the desert
Let the winds blow every way they choose,
Sit back whilst overpowering forces assert
Watch as fate lights it's dampened fuse.