Our Prophecy Poem by Marieta Maglas

Don't lose your own hope at sixty.
You'll reach your next nice destiny.
One thing you'll never really know,
How it could be with me in a real show.


Don't bother to make a future plan,
To change what is already done.
It's nothing to lose and I can explain,
That you will be so tired working in vain.

Maybe I know you from another life,
But I wanted to be another man’s wife.
Why I did this and how it could be,
I know 'cause I met my own prophecy.

Don't lose your hope; you'll be happy someday.
The world is yours and you have nothing to pay.
If you get crazy, when I'm talking about love,
Maybe something is coming to you from above.


But don't be sad 'cause you can get everything
In this world of yours, except one little thing,
But you need a heart and to be good to get it.
It's too much to pay, so better forget it.

So don't lose your hope at your own sixty.
It's time to reach your next alive destiny.
One thing you'll certainly never know,
How it could be with me in your reality show.