Lines (Shades Of John Keats) Poem by Richard St. Clair

If e'er I thought myself a seer able
if by some secret crystal ball I knew,
I'd never let it on - I'd deeply rue
to change what I am obviously unable.
I'd readily confess this to a friend
and not to any transcendental maker
that into confidence he'd be a taker
unwilling to accept a sorry end.
And when I spy the future as to whether
a dark and stormy destiny yet may
befall this world to come some future day,
I'd nonetheless enjoy the tides and weather,
not letting anything my freedom hamper
nor to my optimism put a damper.