The Poor Man's Fortune
There's something from the Chinese
that's called the poor man's fortune.
when back in the beginning
was thought of as misfortune.
My story starts with Sally Trac
A waitress in a chain.
One courteous and generous
that no one would call vain.
Each day would be a badgering
where Sally'd pester me.
and I'd return the pestilence
Our humor running free.
I'd order up a coffee milked.
A coffee Sally'd make.
The moment came up often
as the days turned into wake.
In sipping it I'd soon relax;
when tapped upon the shoulder.
And turn around where Sally'd be
Her smile come close as bolder.
An outreached hand to beckon me
presented me with cookies.
Them broken and no fortunes,
as if to come from bookies.
Without their guidance I was lost
unless you count their portions.
For Sally giving cookies free
would be the poor man's fortune.
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