The Fate

Young Billy hood Stood like a wood, Thinking about life Failing to have a stronghold, I too, a branch of humanhood Knows and cares about your Troubled mood. I bet others understood, stop swelling like a parachute This is nothing but the truth, Your fruits and growth are hand in hand. In the eyes of fate Time is not late But articulate, So hope to drink and eat and cloth.

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Doris Culverhouse

Date: 11/7/2010 10:15:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your works.

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 11/4/2010 1:03:00 PM

I think that rich or poor our differences make life interesting. many have troubled moods and you are right it is never to late to change. Luv Phyl

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 11/4/2010 6:51:00 AM

Rich or poor, no matter where we are or how we feel, we are all human. Our differences add variety to life. Very interesting poem, Charles! Love, Carolyn