Is It Your Eternal Fate To Be Misledly And Wedly Late? - Poem by Michael Gale
Don't you hate it, when the woman in your life, makes you always late? ...
All you can do is accept your eternal late for every timed date, which in
turn, makes you seem to all others-not so great a known living fate.
You are labled irresponsible to others...
Even to friends and Aunts, or even sisters and brothers.
Life hands you curve balls thrown by fate...
You won't be able to grab that great brass ring as life passes you by.
No matter how much you try...
You only end up frustrated, which in the end makes you feel like you
would get on your knees-to pray or cry.
Maybe the next day after tomorrow...
Fed up by life, you'll die enshrouded in ill'ed sorrow.
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