Ode To Woe
Fate is such a fickle thing
Cares not one whit for man
Hopes but stones in Nature's sling
To shatter best laid plan
A swirling murmuration of Starlings
Makes as much sense as fate
And powerless are the greatest kings
In Kismet's capricious wake
I tried to love with all my might
But Fate and Kismet said "Never! "
My soul has flown into the night
And my heart is broken
…forever…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David such a fine ode👍👍👍