Kismet for friend TateA Poem by PoeticpiersKismet Short RondelKismet Short Rondel There comes a time to every man. When he has done all that he can in the prevailing circumstance and now it must be left to chance. The heads or tails of a spun dime. There comes a time You realise you cannot cope and there is nothing left but hope. That lady luck will smile on you If you are lucky she will do. When you succeed it is sublime. There comes a time. Saturday, 10 July 2010 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers © 2010 Poeticpiers |
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Added on July 10, 2010Last Updated on July 10, 2010 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more.. |

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