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Our Ragged Paths

Updated on March 12, 2013
Path path path from hokadilly Source: flickr.com
Path path path from hokadilly Source: flickr.com

Our Ragged Paths

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


Within the arms of destiny be,

only so far does my thinking see,

and I alone of responsibility,

must wage a fight for what I need.


I am no victim, yet my hand is sworn,

to fight for all belief inborn,

and follow paths in rags so torn,

at end I question but in faith adorn.


Rely on fate just brings me down,

pilot my ship I come aground,

the path I find at end astounds,

but stand I do on learned ground.


For all I chase from dreams in hast,

can often leave a bitter taste,

yet pain alerts a different pace,

where quiet minds assess the race.


What trails we set for souls to vet,

and troubled worlds with hearts in debt,

when all remains just life and yet,

we struggle so in pleas to set.


The game can only be our own,

regardless of what we've held or thrown,

in happiness we can accept we've sown,

or swim against the tide alone.



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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      My pleasure Martin; thanks for dropping by.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for sharing your perspective via this wonderful poem.

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