Patti Masterman


Fortune - Poem by Patti Masterman

Never a word though the wise may say
The prophets scold, and the peasants mumble
Never so clear till comes the day
That fortunes fall and empires crumble.

Never the foresight to halt the ruin-
Though dire predictions often rumble
The traps set at the dark of moon
As fortunes fall and empires crumble.

Never the path twixt doom and decay
Fools must trip, and soon they stumble
No use then to grovel or pray
The fortunes fall and empires crumble.

Neither love nor lust to blame
When both good and bad made humble-
Vengeance first will spark the flame
When fortunes fall and empires crumble.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010



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