I read my life
In weekly fortunes
The grinning Chinese lady
Issues me
Each Friday night
Cookies crumbling
Beneath my thumb
Leaving fragments
On my dirty plate
Telling me big truths
In small bites
“Take no shortcuts
To success,” one says,
While another warns me,
“In order to take,
You must give first,”
and a third
telling me what we
all need to know,
“Whatever your
Life’s work is,
Do it well,”
And I try,
As in the fourth
Cookie I eat to feed
My need for sweet,
“Including others in
Your life’s work
Will bring great
Happiness,”
Perhaps the wisest
Of all
In this me-first
At all costs
World
In which
We all live
These days.
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