The Simplest Of Poems

Everyone is born

With their own

Destiny.

Don’t mourn,

Forlorn and shorn

Of trust.

Inheritance and circumstance

Does what it must,

There being no coincidence.

Stay on the fence

Of faith;

Youth’s health and breath,

Wealth’s stealth and death

Will have its ways.

There being almost nothing more to say:

Let intuition guide your days –

It is the easiest of ways.

The Simplest Of Poems 9.9.2017

Definitely Didactic; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

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