Tuesday, 01 September 2009



One door slams,
Another opens.
Things happen
In ways we cannot know.
How did we come to where we stand
On mountaintop,
In valley,
High or low?
Is there some turning clockwork
We obey?
Or do we have a say
In all this wandering?
Can we be sure,
Amidst our blundering,
That we’re self-guided?
Or are we the derided
Toys of fate?
That’s not the thing to ask.
Life gives us its own task.
What one asks is:
How did it taste?
Did it bring dark or light,
Joy or fright,
Gain or waste?
How went the day?


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