Cross my palm with silver
for your fortune
Greased, the way is smoother
cleared of stones
A jingle from your pocket
to my fingers
Envision what you’ll know
when I am done
I’ll tell you where you’ve been
and where you’re going
Who you’ve known
and who you’ve yet to greet
I’ll promise you fair future
for your dollar
And, if single, of a partner
you may meet
I’ll tell you of your children
and their sexes
Your ideal job
or if you have to earn
Some shillings in my hand
and for your largesse
You’ll be glad to know
what you need to learn
Some pennies then, for pegs
or crafted treasures
Four-leafed clover
picked just fresh today
Cross me not
the odds are in my favour
A dime or two
and I’ll be on my way
A hex upon your household
thus avoided
I mean no harm
my gift of guessing right
Offered as a trade
for joint survival
May heaven bless all yours
and your foresight
Like everything else in this world momus, there are good one’s and bad one’s. And sometimes one’s that just leave you shaking your head 😀
It’s much easier to listen to your heart…it always speaks the truth, it’s only our fears that override it 😀
But there is a cost…freedom, happiness and a love like nothing else…self love!
They are big things to suffer, but what a way to go ❤
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A poem that stabs…warranted stabs. Fine poem.
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A-M, is this about a fortune teller or also has a political angle to it?
Anyway, most times, it’s better not to see the future.
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*or does it also have a political angle to it?
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Definitely a political angle to it, JGi. 😉
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He he I kind of know you now 🙂
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