What the Soothsayer Said

Do you remember meeting that man
Who said he could see your future?
I do. We both laughed at him. He
Said you'd get your Ph.D., but you,
In fact, abandoned anthropology
And found a job, and now you're
Trapped. You pay my bills. He
Didn't say how I would turn out,
But I've proved to be a sponge,
A poet who can't even keep the tires
On your auto filled, who forays out
On Wednesday mornings, armed
With each week's grocery ads,
To buy more things which we don't
Need, and naps while you are hard
At work, and asks himself if that
Soothsayer, obviously less than
Prescient, could have known
That you'd succeed, while I've
So clearly failed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-03 at 03:29

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