Nature of Things
Poets talk of Destiny's Child.
Does such a thing exist?
Has God proclaimed what I must be
and all the things I'll miss?
Am I a pawn upon some board,
some game I do not see?
Or do I have a choice about
how things will happen to me?
Ill health can't be avoided.
Sickness is bound to come.
Perhaps if I'm real careful
I'll miss the fate of some.
All the things I hold so dear
even the ones I love
are all of the nature of change
and will fly off like a dove.
I can't escape growing old
it's built into my genes.
No matter what steps I take
my youthful look takes wings.
It's also written in the books
that I will someday die.
Even with the best of care
or whatever things I try.
So illness, loss and growing old
as well to eventually die
are of the basic nature of things
I can't change if I try.
But God gave me the gift of choice.
My actions are my own.
I can't escape the consequence
of seeds that I have sewn.
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