Late For Fate.

Is it to late to change destiny and fate?
To change the route that my life does take?
Or is it all a predefined trip with no exceptions or excursions,
No room for extras fate's running it like a tight ship.

But what if i wised up an got a bit clever
A little smart an found away to give old fate the slip one day
Sneak off, vanish, fade away from my life's fate thats set in it's way

To re-define what was ment to always be pre-defined
To create a new destiny from inside my mind
A destiny a trip thats made of my own design
A life free from fate A LIFE THAT TRULY MINE.

poem by Roz French
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It's Not The Same Anymore

The same address, the same front door,
The same furnishings that were here before,
The same coloured walls, the same wooden floor,
So why dosnt it feel like home anymore.

There used to be voices chatting and laughing,
There used to be toy's clunking and clacking
There used to be kid's causing a riot,
There used to be life here
But now its so quiet.

There's no family shopping,
There's no family washing,
There's no family to sit down for tea,
There's no family here any more,
All thats left is me.

I so wish i was doing the family shopping,
I so wish there was a moutain of washing
I so wish i could be cooking the tea,

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poem by Roz French
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