Have you ever wondered how things work out
When there can be infinite connotations about
You would think that there is this large machine
With cogs all working together so very clean
And when they all move and click into place
What in the end may not be good for the human race
Or is it our fate which alone is the key to the future
Where it doesn't matter how well we are nurtured
I have seen things where you wonder now
People have survived where it it not credited how
Or then where the gentlest thing has gone wrong
And a person has not survived or got along
So do we bow to the machine as it clicks on
Or shrug our shoulders knowing fate isn't wrong.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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