Beneath a Tree

Once I saw an old man sitting beneath a tree He seemed to be doing nothing he was free The breeze blew his beard His clothes were hanging loose on him It was dusk time n so it was dim As I passed him he smiled a toothless smile I went upto him n sat in front Warned me saying I must think twice as" I'm blunt" He said he usually comes here, a lonely spot And said hes here at four oclock on dot He also said he was a soothsayer But did face reading n say what will happen to people here I got interested so I sat ,for him to predict my future He was so right with his readings he spoke like a computer He warned me of the impending ill health He also said that I'll never be short of wealth I payed him for this and left wondering how one person is so gifted He told me very good things so I was sky lifted.