Friday, January 11, 2013


“Virtue is its own success,”
My fortune cookie tells me
On this rainy day in January,
The chill making me ache
So deep I don’t know
Where it ends and I begin,
“Success,” another cookie
Tells me “Is living your life
Your own, way,”
Which is all I have ever done,
Walking home in with the wet
Against my face,
As “today is the tomorrow,
We worried about yesterday,”
And in the mists and midst
Of these latest storms
“The greatest pleasure in life
Is doing what other people say
I cannot do,”
An amazing prediction
For what I have done
All my life,
But never so much
As today.

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