A Lonely Fate
Many come to believe in destiny;
with everything preordained;
within us each; our own history;
all in life’s book contained.
Fate is the name, given this thought;
making our life seem unecessary;
we are the actor, the playwrite brought;
lives, we’re given, are arbitrary.
Such would seem to be, a sad situation;
which makes it a topic for debate;
it would make for a useless salvation;
bringing about a most sad estate.
Others think we create our own destiny;
with whatever gifts we’re given;
achieving our personal quest, to be;
praying our sins are forgiven.
Whatever the case; life must have purpose;
whether it’s our choice or fate;
lurking deep; beneath reality’s surface;
all; with death; have a date.
Late, in life; most gravitate toward fate;
all sense of purpose seems gone;
in loneliness; most all of us relate;
as time simply marches on.
Many think they were born too late;
in eternity; they shall be fine;
alone, and destined to a lonely fate;
living in the will of the Divine
Monty 8/12/24. # 2,271