Coy Fortune

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I met Fortune today.

We had a long chat

Wherein I discovered

Fortune was keeping secrets.

You see,

Akin to an androgynous masquerade was Fortune dressed.

When asked,

Fortune declines to tell if it is female or male or a shade of both.

It will not tell if it is rich or poor,

If it has a high position or not.

It will not tell if it has gold or silver or copper or nothing.

Fortune will not tell me its real colour.

Is it black or white or brown or shades of grey?

It tells not.

Fortune will not tell if it is life or death or somewhere in between.

Fortune is on all these matters, resoundingly quiet,

 Smiling at me coyly,

Letting my imaginations run wild.

Letting me decide what I attribute to Fortune.

Man’s mouth names his fate.
Sons and daughters of Adam
But weigh him in vain.

 

©Aweni

Image credit: janeb13

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