The Fortune Teller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Why did I feel such dread
To look upon your face
And know you’d won the race?
Why did my heart so fall
And scream in silent pain
To see you win again?
What’s written on your palm
And what stars gave you worth
The hour of your birth?
Is this just darker fate
These secrets I foresee
The footprints that you’ll leave?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I’ve found that the best way to stop being beaten in races is to not enter them.
Very true. This poem was more allegorical than literal, and more politically based, but your comments probably apply equally to that too! 🙂 🙂