Here Comes Fortune Here comes Fortune rattling down the cobbled street. A peddler loaded with goods, who would buy what he sells. Would you make his exchange? Would you make the sacrifice, of your health or integrity? Would you pay his price? Here comes Ruin approaching his victims. He is the merchant who meets his fellows with guile and many guises. Offering speculation to the young heir he is a jolly companion, sighing to the maiden he is a sentimental lover. Here comes Fame the friend to the humble, the penny post, the town crier, and the constable. Yet a stranger to those who desire him most, the worthy and the wealthy the clever and profane. You know his name. There goes Greed and his men of calm passion with their quick eyes. They have enough ice in their veins to chill the ages. The cold grasp of their hand is never forgotten by those with whom they have sealed their covenant. Here comes Fortune Here comes Ruin Here comes Fame There goes Greed I know them well still I cannot give my heart to these affairs and politics, the little things, the required tricks, which each day brings, these things that make up life and of which love is made. Every man tries to be happy in love and important in the eyes of the world. Any man will lie, cheat and steal once they know Fame, Ruin, Fortune and Greed and sort out what they need. But I can not, I can not sincerely give my heart to these affairs that seems to me the bad second act in some horrible comedy in which I play the peripheral part. Stuart Cudltz San Francisco/New York City 1996/2002
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