Kismet 2009

A poem in rhyming quatrains

Kismet 2009

A man cannot escape his fate.
He must fulfil his destiny.
A peasant or a potentate
what is decreed will come to be.

His future is decided by
the three weird sisters who still weave.
Their multi coloured tapestry.
It matter not if you believe.

Each thread that represents a man.
Their nimble fingers intertwine.
They do not work to any plan
Completely random in design.

For they are blind and cannot see
the chaos they have caused to be.
They too are ruled by destiny.
they cannot change: No more can we.

15/06/2009
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