Fortune Teller

Once a girl made a fortune-teller;
Boring lines across uneven corners.

The magic of such fortune is,
That she had pride in it.

She tried to show this to a boy,
much older and "smarter" he'd say.

This boy, he was a bully.
He took her masterpiece and smushed it.

She tried her best to fix it up...
but it wasn't so pretty anymore.

I was so disappointed myself,
She worked really hard on it.

Though I refer to this fortune teller as "it".
I may have the wrong idea.

This fortune teller was not an "it",
It was happiness, pride, and patience.

Most appear blind to this.
They say she's just immature.

I think if they're judging,
then we've got a bad jury.

Maturity is not happiness, pride, or patience.
Maturity is the bland that shapes dull hearts.

So the boy would have gotten an answer.
The fortune teller might have said,

"You'll grow up big and strong,
but you'll be really poor."

I'm pretty sure,
In one way, at least.