Saturday, December 20, 2014

Fate (A poem)

He settles comfortably
on his chair
eagely waits and
then starts his dinner

The dinner he has
finished for certain
but left over is
many a grain

Why were they left
out from the rest?
were the other grains
really the best?

Oh no! They were
quite the same really
The only thing was
they were placed properly

But there were some left
right in the plate's centre
but the man just simply
didn't happen to bother

In life a good position
is certainly a good base
but struggle you must
and pass many a rogh phase

If men with wealth & contacts
could decide anyone fate
children of such people
would  all become great

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