Barefoot

Barefoot we stumble, never quite prepared

and the outcome is forever changing our future steps

like the roll of a die, we never know which path to take

still we find ourselves naming our best events destiny

Author's Note

A testament to free will.

Reviews

[NightsShade]

Ahhhh, how very ture this is. Many people like to think that they know where they're going but really no ever knows what's going to happen. This had soo much power for being so short, but it's perfect exactly the way it is. It really hit me how true this poem really is.

Keep on writing!!
Love NightsShade

[Coyote Poetry]

Wise wisdom in your poem. Destiny is our final place to rest when we done all we desire and feel we have done some good or bad. I like the beginning a lot. Complete poem was very good. You told a story in so few words. A excellent poem.
Coyote