The eagle flew me by
Only if I was swift to react, I thought.
“It wasn’t meant to be”? Maybe.
…
My destiny is in the palm of my hands…
Rising from the cherished chapters of the past.
A moment lost
is forever gone however!
Trapped in the shadow of a doubt
or shackled to my wings, is not.
I’m the painter of my “present”
The renderer of a moment yet to come.
Yet a moment lost
is vanished in the dust!
Chained to a taunting sigh of
“the what’s and the ifs”
Tangled in a mystifying notes of
“the fate and the fears” is not.
My destiny is in the palm of my hands…
“Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2010”
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