My Destiny

I have never felt the hand of destiny on my shoulder, I just followed him. He appears to be clothed in a great coat, his face shadowed by a hat. The trail he treads is narrow and I have stumbled and he turns and patiently motions me on. Many times I have faltered but he never abandons me. I have stopped on occasion to share what I have learned and have left behind and he waits until once again I follow him along life’s way. Adios