The Fortune Teller
The old woman has the magic eye she can foresee things
She informs people when they visit her what the future brings
She is dressed in a flowing swathe she has a crystal ball
She can tell you your fortune she can reveal it all
Gypsy blood runs through her veins from the old days
Her mother used to have the same fortune telling ways
Handed down through generations to the gifted few
They can reveal your future and the things you’re going to do
Is it magic or is it just weird how these women have the gift?
What they say will make you sad or give your spirit a lift
Cross her palm with silver and she will let you know
Everything you want to hear and how your future will go
Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009
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