Destiny

As metals must always fight rust, As love that latches looks like lust, Diamonds get made deep down in dust, Destiny's deemed to be unjust. Yet, whatso idle lies would rust, Love not freed is looked down as lust, What fetches diamonds their due trust? Fire and depth build a solid crust. No, destiny is unjust not, The seed and sprout do say it all, Man reapeth no more than his lot, Fruits, never ere they ripen, fall. To man much starved of manful means Destiny sure one-sided seems. ___________________________________________ Sonnets | 04.02.07 |