-- Destiny’s Bell --
John Herlihy
Destiny is just around the corner,
Lying in wait there in the wings.
Beyond the edge of the horizon,
As a bell that resoundingly rings.
There around the next bend,
A lottery ticket, a hooker, a thief.
Always signifying a beginning or end,
Always offering a touch of misery or relief.
Destiny rides the crest of a wave,
Anxious to meet its approaching shore.
Often destiny’s route with rubble paved,
Awaken us to new hardships and more.
Destiny always makes its claim,
Even if it never seems to be there.
A phantom marauder without any name,
To take up residence in its private lair.
For now, the tolling of the bell continues,
The bright lights of a life do still shine.
Its perennial music echoes in our sinews,
Destiny may own us; but life’s beauty mine.
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(c) John Herlihy 20 June 2019
Rebecca