Destiny’s Wing


Each passing day we grow old,
forgetting the things we know,
no longer young and ever bold,
time passing as the wind blows.

Morning brings hope of delight,
captured by life’s grand illusion,
fading in the darkness of night,
lost, all alone in utter confusion.

Life to death, could be the end,
or the start of a new dimension,
no one knows, not even a friend,
struggling to survive on a pension.

While were here let’s sit and dine,
making the most of each moment,
enjoying the sun, sipping the wine,
life’s too short to live in atonement.

Our lives began with a mortal birth,
like a flower, we bloomed in Spring,
we are mere creatures of mother earth,
to live, and to die, under destiny’s wing.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2006, All Audiences