Five dollars of the future, <br />an hour tells you all. <br />The Gypsy knows the answers, <br />they're in her crystal ball. <br /> <br />The calendar read, July First, <br />Two Thousand Twelve, half through. <br />But no one saw the pages <br />and no one ever knew. <br />Nothing ever changed again, <br />even time stood still. <br />Nothing ever changed again <br />and nothing ever will. <br /> <br />No one thought that it would happen <br />and they never thought again. <br />There were no second chances, <br />no looking back to when. <br />Now even frozen darkness <br />doesn't bother anyone. <br />There's no one to remember <br />standing in the sun. <br /> <br />The crystal ball went empty. <br />The Gypsy turned away. <br />I'd asked her for the future <br />and now I'd have to pay.<br /><br />Jane Van Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2012-21/
