Love has gone;
Wealth has gone
Health has gone
And I am left alone
I wonder if there
Would be a day again
With twilight near
Shall the brook
Come to the river
And the river to the sea
I wonder beneath
Life’s changing skies
Joy to sorrow
Hopes to fears
Peace to turmoil
Smiles to tears
No soul can escape
The doom that fate decrees
Our destiny is decided
No need to ask the fortune-teller
Still I dare to know my destiny fair
Came the reply
From the fortune-teller
Bestow me a sixpence upon
I promise you heaven
Though I could foresee some troubles
That will pass over soon………….
When all is done and said only eternal questions are left. intriguing and innovative my friend!
Many many thanks........Geetha.........I am humbled.........
A beautiful poem. I made up my mind to meet that fortune teller, with six pence I will reach directly heaven. No tickets nothing required... Really fortune tellers, they make others day...One fortune teller told my friend your husband is into some love affairs. Next all can guess...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well composed poem on fortune and fortune-teller.....