The Fortune TellerA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe
entered the Fortune Teller’s tent When
nobody was around, He
didn’t want to be seen in there By
the friends that would put him down, The
woman that sat there, heavily veiled With
her hands on a crystal ball, Said:
‘Cross my palm with silver, sir, The
crystal reveals it all!’ He
sat, but nervously sitting there His
mind had become a blank, All
of the questions he’d thought before Had
gone, and his spirits sank. ‘I
see a lot of confusion here The
crystal echoes your mind, What
was the thing that you wanted most Of
the things that you sought to find?’ He
dredged in the recess of his soul, Just
what did he really lack? His
life had been more than successful There
was nothing that he’d take back, But
he felt an awful ache just then From
the pit of his lonely heart, ‘I
still haven’t found a woman to love, So
that will do, for a start!’ She
waved her hands on the crystal ball And
he noticed the twisting shapes, Shadows
of past liaisons that Had
passed through his garden gates. ‘Perhaps
you treat them unfairly I
see tears here by the score, The
women that you rejected, what On
earth were you looking for?’ ‘I
was looking for love,’ he stammered out, He
could see she wasn’t convinced, ‘Love
is the one thing left behind That
you haven’t revisited since.’ And
he thought of June, of Carolyn And
the love that shone from their eyes, But
he’d been so very much younger then He
confessed, and not very wise! ‘They
were only poor young village girls, I’d
set my heart on a dream, I
wanted a lady of fashion then A
Duchess, even a Queen!’ ‘Do
you think that pearls and coronets Are
the signs of a loving heart? You’d
find the cost of upkeeping them Are
the things that set you apart.’ ‘There
was a girl,’ he began again That
I could have loved with my life,’ He
stopped and thought about Carolyn, ‘I
should have made her my wife!’ ‘I
see her, here in the crystal ball Surrounded
by all of your lies, She
loved you once in the wherewithal But
you turned, and cast her aside.’ ‘Do
you think she’d give me a second chance If
I knocked at the girl’s front door, Would
she put out the welcome mat for me, Or
wish that I’d never been born? I
must admit I deserve it, I Have
lived my life like a fool, The
dreams I had were beyond me, I Regret
I was ever so cruel!’ ‘The
crystal sees you approach her door, You’re
getting down on your knees, It
shows you grovelling on the floor In
a vain attempt to please.’ ‘I’ll
do it! She may forgive me then…’ And
he left the tent in a spin, While
the Fortune Teller took off her veil And
smiled, did Carolyn! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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Added on October 8, 2012Last Updated on October 8, 2012 Tags: veiled, lonely, tears, grovelling Author
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