What's meant to be will not find a way.
It will not fall from sky on silver plate.
You cannot huddle in rain under parka;
You must be as Hamilcar Barca —
You must Shutruk-Nahhunte the day
And take command of your fate.
Love as if you were Francesco Petrarca
Or journey to Osaka, Lusaka, or Dhaka.
Progress where gathering wool indicates,
And bend will to do as you ordain.
What's meant to be will not find a way —
Not by idle hopes nor wishful survey.
BINABASA MO ANG
Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
