Prediction

The gypsy read my hand She said times were bad I laughed nervously Too scared to make her stop. She said drink this tea So I can read your leaves. I drank the liquid with my lips The flavor was bittersweet. I looked inside the cup Saw a shape or too But the gypsy said It was the sun and the moon. I asked her what it meant She said I don’t know, That will be three dollars My next customer is at the door.