Destiny
By: Michael Nixon

The road we walk may be chosen,
For this is what we call destiny.
Destiny is a tar path, frozen
That we walk on til we reach fine.

This road, although perilous in nature
Is one that guides us always in the right
Always yearning to grow to be mature.
Learning all we can for life, the big fight.

Until we take the big, big fall.
We will stand and struggle for now
Waiting and moving, standing tall.
Struggling with sweat on the brow.

We all wish to win this no win battle
But, we can hold out for only so long.
It is like a boat with no paddle
Destiny is forth set, no change is forseen.