if it is yours <br />it will come <br /> <br />when you arrive <br />the door opens <br /> <br />when you enter <br />the living room <br />the chair rushes <br />for you to sit upon <br /> <br />when you are hungry <br />and you go to the kitchen <br />the plates and spoons and forks <br />move by themselves <br />and serve you food <br /> <br />a room lights itself <br />the blankets and pillows <br />arrange themselves <br />for you to rest and sleep <br /> <br />fate knows what you <br />become <br />what you are and <br />what shall you be <br />fate seals you <br />and knows where to <br />put you <br />till the end of your <br />day.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/automation-7/
