Stars Of Fortune
The day I was born was not just another night,
The stars were all aligned, neither bull nor scorpion put up a fight;
What better beginning than to let the moon govern your tide,
It is not good enough to just have one’s mother by his side.
There is a right time for everything, from waking up to bathing
To start a new task, but not for its finishing;
The times they’re a changing, this much you told me Bob,
But why should I care for that, when I have a stone for every job.
I did not fall in love, my heart did never allow,
A perfect girl was arranged, so that together we could plough;
The stars were all matched and we rode on the carriage,
Rituals and vows are just not enough for a happy marriage.
Signs and symbols at every corner they lay,
When in doubt and distress they cleared my way;
Every lucky charm did help me, I shall not lie,
Why not will someone tell me then, whence will be a good time to die.
Labels: Life, Mythology, Philosophy, Poem
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