The tiles of fate, they fall in place
As I navigate life's winding race
A game of Scrabble, my existence plays
Where every move makes a story sway.

Each day a new word, I must create
From letters scattered, a path to state
Some days the vowels flow like a stream
Others, consonants clutter, a puzzle's scheme.

I draw from life's bag, a handful of tiles
Some worn, some new, with stories that smile
I place them carefully, with thought and with care
As my life's narrative begins to...