The Rock

The Rock

The future times,
what will they bring?
The eras ahead,
do we sink or swim?

Our hopes and dreams,
the plans unsaid.
Trying so hard,
but easily misled.

Full of promise,
the chances we get.
Will we convert,
and join the jet set?

I never leave,
the choice with Fate.
Nothing is sure,
Like a real blind date.

Change is the key,
as all things do.
except for my rock,
I’m glad to have you.

Published in response to today’s Daily Prompt: Predictions | The Daily Post.

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