My sister Emma is the real poet of the family, but every now and again writing the occasional poem helps me to make sense of my world and where I am at.
Life’s Story
For all us each new day,
Our story lays untold,
Life’s journey incomplete waiting to unfold.
Even when our path looks planned and clear,
Often it is just an illusion that we hold dear.
As life’s events come to pass,
Our mental projections of the future,
Are like staring into the fortune tellers ball of glass.
We hold on to these visions of security,
To help us through life’s uncertainty.
The challenge to us all,
Living on this spinning ball,
Is to embrace our individual fate,
And listen for it to call.
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