I Hope You Like My Doing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I hope you like my doing
And what I think is fate,
I'm not only there arguing
How things and times can't wait;
For all is all in everything
In almost anything you do,
You'll have to hope and sing
Nothing more comes of new.

Though that's not its way
How things work out at all,
There maybe yet another day
That you will get the call;
Though probably not is more so
And many have lost the same,
Worthy ones mature and grow
If that is then in their name.

I hope you prosper the more
For fate will then stand its wake,
Both sophisticated and self assure
In what you will learn and make;
There is no learning at its way
For it is an inborn made gift,
Doesn't matter what we both say
If it doesn't got that edgy up thrift.