I hate the idea that one’s life is pre-ordained.
To think that your suffering is expected.
Some say it’s all “God’s Design,”
But that’s not fair to me,
Or to the palm reader,
Who sees the lines,
And sighs.
I hate the idea that one’s life is pre-ordained.
To think that your suffering is expected.
Some say it’s all “God’s Design,”
But that’s not fair to me,
Or to the palm reader,
Who sees the lines,
And sighs.
Discarded Recollections 
God’s design is in the palm of our hands fer sure.
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I wonder if it’s worst that it be pre-ordained, just random or one’s own fault…
Wonderful poem.
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I thrill at that terrible thought. For this poem, I think the purpose is to consider one’s misery pre-ordained, but how tragic the work of those soothsayers who must confront that tragedy in their every waking moment. I suppose that’s why it is taboo for professionals to read themselves.
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I didn’t know it was taboo for professionals to read themselves! I imagine some can’t resist the temptation.
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