A Spot Off My Eye Poem by shimon weinroth

precedes, a dream a fantasy,
or a witches spell, and if I go to
hell, gets there before I do,
is no consolation,

though no friend, the unwanted companion,
does not warn, nor caution his host,
I want a spot of distinguished birth,
one that can predict well in advance,

will be loyal, give me riches and
wishes, happiness and health,
alas on hearing my demands,
the spot, before my eye vanished

diappeared, complaining that
I expected too much and was too greedy,
I retorted, I am only human,
Spotless Shimon