POET'S DESTINY
My Dearest Soulmate,
One day I live in luxury.
One day I live in poverty.
One day I am a high flier.
One day I am a poor player.
One day I am proud of myself.
One day I pity myself.
I try very hard.
Things are not in harmony.
That is all.
It is a poet's destiny.
G G Gench