You may mock at what she knows
But the gypsy Rose
Shows me
My future and my poverty in history.
She
Ties up time in a crystal ball
I fall under her spell.
And well enough that you may mock
May knock the fortunes told.
She says that I will not get old and wrinkled like the well worn pages of a book
And all it took was that gypsy look into the ball.
Again and every time I fall
I stand tall upon her ministry.

Finished with me
I cross her palm and in it put a golden crown.
And the gypsy Rose bows down to me.
"Thank yee koind Sir",says she.
This Rose without a thorn
From the day that I was born and until I reach the end
My friend will always be
The fortune teller.