61. The Hand Of Fate
There is no reason to feel troubled
if your path has not been made clear to you yet.
When you remain true to your spirit,
courageous in action,
There is no reason to feel troubled
if your path has not been made clear to you yet.
When you remain true to your spirit,
courageous in action,
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I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.
Ann: I just ran across your comments. I'm glad I reached someone with my poems. I don't know which poem you were referring to, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you read No More Whippoorwill,...
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There will be days
when your heart will break.
And there will be days when
your heart will soar.
Inspiring. Truthful and well-written. I like it. Good read.
Famous Poem
Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
I watch the hands on the clock tick by
And I wonder where time goes.
Will this be the year to end all years?
Well, only God can know.
Excellent poem, as always. Keep writing...
Very best wishes,
Ann
Fleeting eternity
surrounds the mountaintop,
nestled in a lush green valley
time forgot.
How about sad but hopeful.
Lonely but looking inward.
Resting but planning your next step.
As life unravels, be brave and bold,
Never criticise, neither grudges hold.
Live in harmony, with your fellow man,
Following nature, as our lord planned.
Excellent poem and excellent wisdom.
Nice work!
God bless
Famous Poem
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
When you stop trying
to fit into a world
that you don’t belong to anymore,
you grow
I can't be certain, but I believe we have met before.
There's an eerie connection between us; of this I'm very sure.
You seem so familiar like our paths have crossed somehow.
I wonder maybe in a dream or a memory long past now.
I hate people who’ve hurt me
so you’ll never hear me say
I must love them harder.
I know that