I rebel for friend Sal

storypoem

 

 

I, REBEL

 

 

The Norns who weave the tapestry

which rules the fate of mortal men.

Can make mistakes apparently

 and some time have to think again.

 

Though each one blames the other two

 and none will admit to their mistake

 They have to weave the threads anew.

 A lengthy process which can take

 

 almost the life span of a man.

 But even Norns are governed by.

The need to heed the master plan,

 they have no choice the rules apply

 

A single thread that’s out of place

 can alter mankind’s history.

So they comply with little grace.

What is to be must come to be.

 

Has man no choice but play the part?

 They’ve woven in their tapestry

His path through life right from the start

 is fore ordained: no man is free.

 

The three weird sisters can foresee

future events and bind them fast,

 As pictures in their tapestry.

No mortal man can overcast.

 

The lasting spell the sisters weave.

 Although he thinks his will is free.

 It matters not what we believe

and therein lies the mystery.

 

If we believe that this is true.

 We are but puppets on a string

and there is little we can do.

To change the slightest little thing.

 

But I rebel I don’t believe

 and make my way as best I can

Accomplish what I can achieve

 I am no puppet I’m a man.

 

22-Sep-08

 

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Reviews

[Judith Gayle Nail]

I like YOUR interpretation! (sp correction!)