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Fate (Death Poem)
Before I was born my fate was a thread,
To be spun and measured and cut at a time,
Determined by Fates inflicted on men.
Why is an impossible burden allotted to me?
And why the decision that since
Pandora was created,
My fate ever since,
Is determined,
By spinning of thread,
In the sandstorm of life,
By immortals who meddle.
On this earth, when I really prefer,
To be left on my own to live life in despair?
With my daily bread and a glass of wine,
And the love of the woman I love by my side,
Who sleeps in my arms as I dream or my fate.
poem
by
Ian Beckett
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