My Gypsy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem about a banker and a fortune teller.

Submitted: October 16, 2009

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Submitted: October 16, 2009

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My Gypsy
The banker looks into the crystal ball
Unable to tell, unable to see
He wonders when it is he’ll fall
Unsettled by the unpredictability

The lady fortune teller was very bored looking into his life
And this settled him
“No sudden danger? No accidents, no disease?”
“No”, she says. “Nothing to technically displease”

The fortune teller, she sees many things
Passion, torture, lust and pain
She tells him that none are in his future
And that indeed, his life is very plain and lacklustre

“No tragedy consumes me”, he says
“My life is a breeze”
So he goes on his way
Unafraid to cross the street

As time stays young and the banker grows old
He is still unmarried, healthy and alone
He lifts himself up and starts to take flight
And he walks across the street in order to end his life


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