Fate

A blind can not see
though he craves for sight
A lame can not walk
Though he pleads to walk
But it is paint to think
to live in pain and all
but , I who that liveth
in this endless mainly domain
Who has name it the inhabitant land
Earth the changeable sand

Yet forsaken from all who stands
As a dried  leaf that has  left its spot
Or !  as a deal sparrow
how has all for so long has lost its song
motionless
As each endless day pass
As it brings me to depression and sadness
for what I have sown
on life for what its
it may confuse the tough less mind
for what it is unknown

The passion of on to look ahead
for one shining new sun shin day
Or ! to a thought of pain of the past
not yet forgotten for so long
Fearless is the man
Yet , only a part of the garden
to week with a tearful heart
that makes the man
to doubt on his own
of what he will se and yet to see

For the fait is what it is
That comes and goes
So often as one see
as the wells of cars
that moves through strange road
as one used to  say every day
the life goes on and on
as the earth rotates on its own
as strange it may be
for it is the same every day you will see
one may laugh the other may cry
but , how ? does a man say
when these feelings that you see
that comes to man
As a breeze of wind ,  that you experience
it is indeed un doubtful to me
for it comes when it coms
and goes when it goes
for this is what it has been
Through and through out the pages of centuries