There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…Zepplin
The man in the black hat asked,
“What makes you so sure?”
A simple response…
“Old insights and, of course, women’s intuition!”
A water, falling.
No end insight.
No need for a mother’s prediction!
No need for a hole in the wall…
All these punches in the air.
That is not what draws us near.
All jabs at manmade, luck!
If you take away your…
Piles of trash!
No need for my intuition!
The one hit wonders are fading fast.
Man in fading black hat,
“What there is no need to linger in the past!”
A simple response needed,
“Recycled ambition peels like a wet cast.
Inhibitions turmoil, lasts and, lasts.”