There are many mysteries in my life <br />for which an answer for I do not possess. <br /> <br />Why after an almost a lifetime <br />of wishing I had a brother <br />only to find did when it was too late <br />to really get to know him? <br /> <br />Why after fulfilling a wish of a late friend <br />would the acknowledgement <br />that I yearned for <br />start to really, begin? <br /> <br />Why when I never wanted to drive <br />did I get involve in an accident <br />as a passenger and changed my mind? <br /> <br />Why after yearning to capture my past <br />and talk to some old school friends <br />did I find a stranger I barely knew, <br />but whom when we met recognised one another instantly <br />and hugged one another intensely <br />never wanting to let go <br />and when it came to part again, we felt like family. <br /> <br /> I always have more questions <br />than answers to possess. <br />Why with the passing of each day <br />more mysteries come my way? <br />There is no logical reason <br />for all the mysteries in my life, <br />they just happen to surprise me <br />one every corner that I turn. <br />I hold no sorrow for them happening <br />only happiness and joy. <br />A Gypsy once told me <br />I was born under a lucky star. <br />It is possible she was right. <br />Lucky in my friends <br />and my extended families <br />that stretch around the world. <br />I think no man can call himself <br />luckier than that. <br /> <br />25 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mysteries-of-my-life/
