No crystal ball in which to gaze.
No oracle to show
the way.
No odds-makers
with points to shave
On wagers only
fools parlay.
What futures hold,
no one can know.
Can only guess the
high and low
And try to keep an
even flow
Avoiding all the
undertow.
Outcomes are a
guessing game,
Reap the bounty,
Share the blame,
Claim on top of counterclaims,
Blasts of bluster fan the flame.
One might guess or
acquiesce
To thoughts that
others may express
On forays, failure
or success,
On who will come
in second best.
I would not
venture to predict,
Prognosticate or
blindly pick
An outcome ere the
tock is ticked.
To do so would be
derelict.
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