Fate’s Book

I see an old friend at a restaurant

we sip cappuccino

we talk about life

things aren’t the same

since his dad left the world

I try to console him

we feel that

uncertainty is the synonym of life

a memorable flashback makes up peep in the past

as we reminisce how fast the weather changes

I tell him

no season is perennial

just look at our bodies

yesterday we had no facial hair

today we have grown a beard

tomorrow it’s going to turn grey

even our face is not uniform throughout

he says yesterday we were dependent on our parents

today our kids depend on us

yesterday we were taught

today we teach

perhaps, life lessons never end

we decide to leave

with a smile on face; my friend tells me that 

he will strive to learn the meaning of uncertainty

from the dictionary of fate.