Predictions

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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