My mind thinks on Fate

As a silly old thing.

Not a speck of dust

Doesn’t cover its bald, mottled head.

Nor does rust not

Bend its will over wrenches--

Though that is, I guess,

It’s effect on the swift and young,

Nonetheless.

But although, it’s worth noting

That Fate’s due not one thank less.

 

A turning point came

And I almost sat back,

As if lounging and betting

Against dogs on the track.

But I got up in a fury

With great will, not subside.

So Fate called me unwonted,

And life changed like the tide.

 

What a decision! How precise!

How really quite nice,

I was at the front of the stage

Though fingers and nose felt frigid with ice.

But this was only the beginning

Of a great valiant cause

And I met, to my surprise,

Someone new, who I saw.

 

Fate brought travel

And new sights to my eyes,

And new scents and new tastes,

And new laughs, and new cries.

It brought love and light,

Many a wondrous thing,

And somehow a dark patch

But it was well worth the sting.

The stain is steadfast,

But to whine is a petty thing.