4/1/11
The great clairvoyant searched the crowd,
In search of supple minds to read.
His eyes intense with heavy brow,
Like bird of prey intent to feed.
He set on an expressive face,
And thus began to search her mind,
While all the crowd looked on amazed,
Her whole condition was described.
In stunning color and detail,
Each aspect of her life was touched,
Her loves, her losses, her betrayals,
Deep hopes and wishes, all discussed.
But what the grand magician knew,
Which most times we choose to forget,
Is every life and all we do,
Are more alike than separate.
All joy, all want, all loss and pain,
Which we may feel are not unique,
Each person's story is the same,
The tale retold each time we speak.
And so the charlatan's deceit,
Though quite corrupt, shall teach us this,
Our common similarities,
May hold the key to earthly bliss.
