My Future Wife

One day I went to a future teller

Ragged old man this

Was a wily little fate seller

Lined up were all beings

Students, grooms and businessmen

Eager to know their upcoming things

Enter did I, so curiously

Told was I to sit on the floor

Gaze he did at me very feverishly

Chanting away he let it flow

My past and my future

The scars, the wins he let all glow

He told my wife would be from the north

The family, the education and the house

He said all facts back and forth

Upbeat and flattered soul

How relieving? How interesting?

How wonderful to foresee my goal

Went I the other day to the town she lived

Waited all morning to see

The moment when she finally arrived

Nothing short of a princess she was

All graceful, hot and trendy

Oh my goodness so very perfect she was

I followed her the next few days

Who she met? What did she do?

And I gathered all her ways

But this day she was with this man

She was all wrapped up in him

Utterly horrified I was lost for a plan

I just couldn’t believe the scene

But she was meant for me, I muttered

I couldn’t even intervene

Devastated of my vivid prospect

This untimely tragedy hurt so bad

Completely deserted I lost all the respect

Of these shifty no-good fortune tellers

For he let my future wife loose

I sorrowfully discovered they are mere money dwellers