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Moirai's or His
Once, a boy made a promise,
A promise to his guardian,
A promise to himself, most.
A good man, he said,
A healer, he said,
A benefactor, not a malefactor.
All, as a result of a milestone,
One he laughed at innocently,
Till an instance, it befell him.
He still laughed, after,
Though more sparingly,
Lest he might regret it.
Even so, he came to forget,
The promise he made,
Only to be reminded by a poem.
Now pretty close to his promise,
He wonders why he is so overwrought,
Is it the Moirai's or is it his?