some of us will grow up wanting
to make our fortunes. Some of us,
left nothing, will prize the seeking,
never ever minding what we find.
Some of us will be more like hunters,
playing the game of preying
on the old, the blue, the lonely hearts.
Some of us will take our chances,
play some numbers, bet the races,
stoke our odds of winning favors.
Some of us will stake no claims
but wait what fate foretells on paper
slipped into a sweet, light brown
and wrapped in crinkly cellophane.
What wisdom faux from foe
will profit we'll consume in each
and every crispy crescent new:
flour and sugar, eggs, and water, too.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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