Palm Reader Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Drawn in of gold
our bounds feel something gold

See; if he mines his life
His past looks faceless but faithful

Convinced I was beyond to be excused
I stored my past to be of perminence but not permisible

The gold that was sought in defiance
was far beyond the clarity of
a recovery at hand

It is simple however difficult
to change a man whose character
had already been set in stone

when young there was deliverence
from these tangencies

The inattainable was something sought in God
but was defined by the capasity to recive

Odd as it was to be the breaking of bonds
even if by chance there in the stretch
plastered the greatest of miricles

That if not gratitude here
then there wasnt anyway to make it to where
we thought it should lie.

But hope is frail to begin with
and fertile by the chance of continuance

that if what was given with density
had the capasity to gain clarity

So to be in the eyes of God
I felt time and again had I passed on
to reflect this point across

nothing was true but God and time
that what was sought in the day
would stir faith of an eye lost by the night

The thoughts of my second to none
chances are given not with haste
but at a chance to maintain myself
and what came before faith