A gypsy fortune-teller,
for a nominal fee,
once said to me:
It is your separation
that will salvage you.
Until you put away
your arrogance
and admit
that you are not immune
to the need for human affection,
you will continue
to sit there alone
with your HBO
and your latest
Amazon purchases.
There is no innoculation
for loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gypsy or not, still it is true.