The Fate of Atropos
Mary Ann Buchanan, copy write 2014
THE FATE OF ATROPOS
I like to tell myself
“I am a dreamer “.
But, it’s not always true.
I’m afraid of the shoe that drops
Like others, I fear the sudden
Knock at the door.
I dread being poor, and worry
The fury of telling false truth.
The proof is; it attracts Atropos,
The Sister of Old Women-
Who likes to scare me.
But, I still dream a lot.
I like to tell her who cuts.
So what? Why not?
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