Poetry

I wanted to be rich

When I was younger

But millionaires don’t have poetry like this

This is not fiction

This is not a lie

The words come from the life passing through me

At the right place, the right time

For the right person to hear

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s