You
he says Fate your parents
left the Genes as the Masterplan
of the kind of Life you
will live
You ride on the Body
Your Boat in the Sea of
Your Possibilities
The Port of Your Dreams
Your Destiny
You may not think about It
But Death shall be One of
Your Points of Exit
As Birth was your Entrance
To this Door
Called Earth and Every Conversation
Or Promise you Make
To yourself and To Your Fellowmen
Air and Sunshine are They All
They will Tell you that Your Final Home
As you are but a Transient Visitor
Here
Above is God
For the Meantime
Eat and Drink
Time shall make the Lead
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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