What tomorrow brings
A plant doesn’t
choose where to grow
And neither did I
The sun doesn’t
choose when to rise
Neither did I
I didn’t choose my
place of birth
Nor my dear family
My friends came by
accident
As did the joy they
have brought me
My schools weren’t
planned
Much less my
difficulties
Nor how I was taught
to deal with them
And life’s
uncertainties
I didn’t groom my
personality
Or my likes and
dislikes
I didn’t choose my
temperament
Or that in which my heart
delights
Yet I have chosen
A path which to take
It is the most
logical
That I can currently
make
A suitable beginning
To the rest of the
journey
But who I am I don’t
know
Nor where this path
will take me
The road ahead winds
and curves
And I can’t choose or
plan it
Who I meet, the
opportunities I will have
Who can foretell it?
No I am not the
captain of my fate
Much less the master
of my soul
But at least my Lord
is at the helm
And where he steers
I’ll gladly go
Copyright © 2014 by May Kwek
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