Poem -
Culmination
Culmination.
Many
thousands
of years
in the
making.
Decisions
being made.
One after
another.
Millennia
in
development.
One wrong
turn.
Anywhere.
Anywhere
along the
way.
One wrong
turn.
Turning left
instead of
right.
Anyone.
Different.
Things
would de
different.
Not writing
these words.
Not here
at all.
What
are the
odds.
Existence
ancestor
determinant?
Lineage
preordained?
Millions of
connections
needed.
Needed
to result
in this.
What are
odds?
Perhaps
more than
meets the
eye!
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Wonderful John, this makes me think on all those moments there has been a fork in the road. Where would life be had the other route been taken? Or is this all just meant to be? Got me thinking again JohnÂ
Thank you for your insightful words
Gwen :)Â
Much to contemplate and write about. Thank you.
For sure John...what are the odds?? Back to that old question...are we random or controlled ..great write x
Seems all this unlikely unless there are countless parallel possibilities.
Thank you for reading MP
Indeed there is more to everything, our ancestry, our roots than meets the eye as you muse in a fabulous poem wow! Kudos!!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.Â
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