At Threshold of Eternal Doom Only so much, I could handle weakness of will Or endowment of a destined fate Or Genealogy’s limits of generosity, Or all three in disharmony of a given lot! Look! This is all that I could be, that could become of me: From successive successions, Pre-ordained By the might of the mystically divine --though skeptical in nature— Or an array of deliberate undertakings, freely chosen, --though within imposed confines, still!— Or both in a symphony mis-arranged. Look! This is who I am now, unsung at the brink of seventy. Is it solely the boundaries of the inherited, Or partaking in decisions heedlessly made along the way Or is it one Or the other, Or both in equilibrium? (Am I apt to reflect more in the mirror of my romantic self I wonder?) Ah. . . Does it matter in the scheme of limitless expanse of an expanding universe, out beyond nightmares; And me, standing --semblance of a Peck- at the threshold of eternal doom? ************* Oct. 7, 2012 jahangir Sedaghatfar
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 06:00:52 +0000
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