The Fortune Teller
The Fortune Teller
By Rick Rucker
I sat there as my fortune was read,
Wondering if I would soon be dead,
As she turned over each new card,
The waiting was very hard,
Finally, she asked me to form, in my mind,
An important question, of any kind,
The answer would, to her be known,
She would receive it, as if by phone,
Then she would answer my query,
I admit, I was leery,
I had already paid her money,
And I wanted to know about me, and my Honey,
Would she, forever, be my mate?
Would being blissfully happy be our Fate?
After some lively interaction,
She answered to my satisfaction,
Now, we came to the crux,
This nervousness really sucks!
Now, for the big ending,
A wish, to the Spirit, I would be sending,
The most important thing in my life,
A wish, with emotion, rife,
I thought long, and hard,
My fortune dependent on my next card!
She talked before turning it,
Finally, I could hardly sit,
As I was getting weak,
She gave the card a little tweak,
It obediently turned face up,
Falling near my coffee cup,
I did not know what it meant,
My emotions were completely spent,
She said, “Oh, that is very good!”
I hit the table, to knock on wood,
My most fervent wish would come true,
But what it is, I can’t tell you,
To reveal it, might be a jinx,
That is what the fortune teller thinks,
But, in two decades, near the end of my life,
You can ask me, and my wife,
By then, we will have had the time,
To have a Life, so sublime!
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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