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The Fortune Cookie
By Rick Rucker
On the way home last night,
I thought that I would grab a bite,
Instead of the food I usually eat,
I thought that Chinese would be a treat,
There were things on the net to find out about,
So, I decided to get the food to take out,
After a short wait,
I was carrying the food, not very late,
The drive was fairly short,
But the aroma of food made me starve, I can report!
I devoured the food in what seemed a minute,
Everything in the bag, leaving nothing in it,
Oh, wait, is there something more,
Did I drop it on the floor?
A small package, I did not see at first,
In my hunger, and my thirst,
I had eaten in great haste,
But still wanted another taste,
I was mildly disappointed to find,
It was not food for the stomach, but for the mind,
A fortune cookie, on the floor,
A fortune cookie, nothing more,
Normally, I might have thrown it away,
Feeling that reading it was merely play,
The reason that I hurried home,
I had been reading in a tome,
I had been reading about an investment that I made some time ago,
Its maturation had been very slow,
It’s going to be a wondrous event,
After all the months that I have spent,
Reading every financial note that I could find,
Other than Love, nothing else occupies my mind!
When this event comes to pass,
I will be in a position to marry my fair lass,
My finances, a disaster,
My money worries, I have not been able to master!
When this comes to fruition,
I will no longer regret not paying tuition,
To a prestigious school,
I will be the World’s most lucky fool!
Opening the cookie package now,
I use my teeth to open it somehow,
I crush the cookie, I could not wait,
The message reads, “Success and wealth will be your fate.”
In random fortunes, you may not put much stock,
To me, this was quite a shock!
If true, I will be fulfilled,
My financial anxiety, will be killed!
So, I pray every night,
That the fellow, who did, that fortune write,
That message just for me,
Knowing that it would give me unbounded glee!