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A DATE WITH DESTINY

I have a date for which I can't afford to be late,
A date with destiny that I would love to hate,
A dalliance with providence to open the gate,
To future prosperity and secure my fate

On each and every day my deeds are weighed,
I must pay attention to avoid being swayed,
By any distraction that blocks my way,
To achieve my goals at the end of the day.

For my date with destiny is one that I shall never waste,
For it can never be undone or covered by a copy-paste,
It is a daily affair of pure dedication and utmost haste,
That determines the quality of my future tastes.

© Patolyer 2012








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