we make our destiny

The destitute man I saw
Yesterday as I parked by car
Near a public dustbin area

Here he was
Bare chested with short
Aged about early 50s

He peeled open
The jackfruit thrown away
He managed to get some

I looked at him
He was contented chewing it away
In the hot sun on a Tuesday afternoon

I thought of my past
The way it was
Growing up hard on life

The roots will stay
With me though now I can fly
The yearly years hard not to know

Now I am free
The shackles of society stigma
It is a history

Now seeing the destitute man
I thought back years ago
Will I make it in the end?

We have our choices
We make our destiny
We can turn the pages of life