Poetry / Gypsy

Once I traveled to a far off place
Just to see what I could see
Wondering what in this moving world
Would ever become of me                                        

And as I wandered, I stopped upon
A darkly night robed street
The kind of place where you never know
Who or what you’ll meet

And as I stood in the shadows deep
A woman came to me
Trailing sights from the future fair
Asking if I wanted to see

And as I stood I wondered brief
Would I want to see?
Would I believe the future fair,
If she showed it to me?

She whispered soft into my ear
“Palm readings are for free,
Bits of the future for you I’ll share,
If you’ve bits of silver for me.”

The touch of her fingers across my palm
The slide of the future to me
Telling me of the past where I’d been
And where I soon would be

“This for you”, she whispered low, “but
The future is never free.”
“I’ll share the world with you tonight,
But for this you pay me.”

Smiling slightly, I paid her well, calling
“Then let it be.”
She nodded once, then turned away,
“You must follow me.”

All the world grew still and dark, but
Everything seemed to be
The same as it has always been, and
I was the same old me

And then I noticed the little things that
Time had let me see
And the changes that I noticed now,
Brought me to my knees

My mind began to race and swirl, and
I knew I had the key
For the old gypsy that brought me here
Had given the future to me

Once I traveled to a far off place
To see what I could see
Knowing what in the moving world
Would now become of me

To see the future, you must have faith
I’d share, but there’s a fee
Palm readings, that I do for you, but,
The future is never free.

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