‘Fate’s Old Tired Feet’ by Harry T. Roman

‘Along the path of time’s
inevitable retreat;
I hear the scuffling sound
of fate’s tired old feet.
History so doomed
to once again repeat-
The cold refrains of man …
Like winter’s icy,
lonely,
stinging,
sleet.’

{written by my dear friend, Harry T. Roman
from his collection, ‘Stories, Scenes and Interludes}