Of Love And Fortune Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Of Love And Fortune



Of hearth aches and pains
Of sorrows, grieves, miseries and complaints
Mourning for the lost relationship
of affections turn sour and lost in meaning

Is there anything which is really lost?
When we really didn’t own them nor fortune owes us.
For only uhas and cries were what we brought,
when we came out from the dark womb.

And as for days of laughter and merry making
don’t have constancy or will stay infinitely.
Fortune’s random ebb and peak,
sometimes won’t dance in our own rhythm and tempo.

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