. . .

Oft we play the part of prophet

And with predictive pronouncement profess,

Forthcoming fortune to inherit,

A richly furnished gem-laden chest!

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Ape do we in hurried hustle,

Apes as unknowing and bafflingly daft,

Who proffer tips to best the bustle,

Instructing thus: “pay heed to our craft!”

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Led astray by dark direction

Shade shackles with shadow and fetters us up.

For prophecy is firm selection –

A drink expected, when absent a cup.

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Whine do we at spilt wine wasted

“O why must life be all trick and no treat?”

Tis cause our tongues already tasted,

A beverage now soaking our feet.

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Solve we must this painful problem,

Escape the pit with this lowering rope!

The tackle’s strength it dawns upon them,

The ones who fasten their fists firm to hope.  

. . .

Granville D. Austin