Poetry Tuesday: My Stars

No, this was not written by a proud soccer mom, but rather by Abraham ibn Ezra (1067-1129).

On the day I was born,
The unalterable stars altered.
If I decided to sell lamps
It wouldn’t get dark till the day I died.

Some stars. Whatever I do,
I’m a failure before I begin.
If I suddenly decided to sell shrouds,
People would suddenly stop dying.



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