Future Told
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     From the hand 
     They say they can read the future
     I say it’s the past the see
     Along with my sorrow
     Along with pain

     They say in cards they can tell
     What will happen, might happen
     I say they see your life
     Along with the troubles
     The difficulties

     The future they see
     In a crystal ball, so they claim
     In that ball, I see glass
     But broken glass
     And tears

     Your future is a continuation
     Of life, your past affecting
     Whether palm or cards
     They don’t see the future
     They see the past.

     Never anything good
     Always something bad
     The past, holding a secret
     The past, future told
     Your past, future known