semajrah
Of no one's choosing.
by james a. galgano
Life's dominoes are falling.
The dead man's grave keeps calling.
Yet alas time keeps stalling.
Or decide exactly what to do or to who.
It does not seem it was thought out all the way through.
Thus, one is left adrift without a galleon or crew.
If life were that linear, one would find a way.
To predict a time and place but never say
Such is life for one and all no matter time of day