Posing for pictures

What does it say about me?
because it’s always about me
isn’t it?
unless it’s about you,
sometimes it is
and how true is that.

Interference,
static on the line
holds the lien on my time
and that’s no time at all.

or maybe one day when
the chains rust away
we’ll be free
to be you
to be me.

Pennies in the wishing well
and we may as well drop
them in and
watch them spin.

Old Mother Shipton
knew which side her
bread was buttered on,

the prophetess though
couldn’t care less.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.