Minutes from the guillotine
I wait by the broken gate
Another soul has lost their way
Some choose to call it fate.
Beware the path you follow
Don’t blindly make your way
Don’t believe everything
That someone else might say.
Given all that you’ve been through
You’d think you wouldn’t wonder
Why you’re here, what’s going on…
Why all the rain and thunder?
You don’t have all the answers
There’s more for you to do
To find yourself, to know your place
The work’s cut out for you.
You’re not above the rest of us
There’s more than meets the eye
The inner soul, the heart and mind
Are where the answers lie.
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I’ve often wondered what someone would be thinking as they await the guillotine. Hope I never find out.
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Lol!!!! Thanks for commenting! 💙
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Well done, Patty, and your last two lines – so true!
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Thank you, Eugenia! I appreciate you taking the time to comment on my poem! 💙
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You’re most welcome, Patty. 😀
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