Fate Poems - Poems For Fate

One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.

A world's disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog, One lone child. You hid your biggest mirror, Your undressed lovers. Someone carted them off In an open truck. They were still naked, travelling On their sofa Over a darkening plain, Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska With a storm brewing. The woman opening a red umbrella In the truck. The boy And the dog running after them, As if after a rooster With its head chopped off.

Of all the lessons learned in life By every creed in turn, Acceptance is the costliest Mankind has had to learn. The price is often self-esteem, And life must yield as well. It also charges interest, On that, I shall not dwell. But just by way of mentioning, Though bitter is defeat; Recovery sure is sweeter, The sooner it's complete. Acceptance of each circumstance, Is one great truth of life. But often comes at quite a cost, Much suffering and strife. The hardest thing to realize, When all is said and done; Accepting losses in ones life, Is one sure sign you've won. Sometimes the greatest victory Is learning to endure, Defeat that seems unbearable; When at first glance, for sure. Acceptance of this living truth Is not so hard to bear. It's something man can't seem to learn In struggles everywhere. But here is wisdom to the wise, Or those who wish to be; For those who seek a happy life, Acceptance is the key. The costs you have to pay to bear This single solemn truth, Are those you need to sacrifice, Your pride and fear, forsooth. The choice is one each has to make. And each is justified. Depending on your view of life, I'll argue for each side. The core of this dilemma then Is just to understand; Depending on the choice you make, You'll live or die as planned. Acceptance then, includes the fate You choose on fateful days. To leave this world a sacrifice, Or live in other ways.

A ten year old with chilled water bottles in hand Runs as cars halt, and traffic signal turns red. On a hot sultry day, says to the lady, it’s a good brand. Wipes his nose with his torn shirt sleeve, as it bled. A kind man gently took him under the shade, Uncapped and poured the chilled water on his head. Drop by dropp fed him with spoon some lemonade. But for the Good Samaritan, would he be dead? In a short while, the boy came round, a lot flushed. Looked at the elderly man, gratitude writ large on his face. Son, rest a while, don’t go in Sun to sell water in a rush. The boy lifted his hands and said, you came, its God’s grace. Am the sole bread winner, as my father died in a cyclone. Who can quarrel with what he ordains and wills…? I don’t have the luxury or the time to sit and mourn, Live in the past, or sit back and rest, when a wee bit ill. Stoically stood up, and ran after the screeching cars. Waving bottles in the air: please buy one for the road. He should be in school, I thought watching from afar. He learns all the things on the road… in no time had all sold.