Wander This World

I believe in fate
of such a mocking force
an invisible game show
to decide our course

Be favoured or shunned,
ground into the rocks
or kissed by angels
at whom life never mocks

To wander this world,
to play roulette
with your future,
to take the bet

What if I missed you?
Two minutes too late,
looked the wrong way,
and sealed my fate.

by Jazzy Davies

Comments (1)

l enjoyed reading your poem. Thanks for sharing.