A Poor Man’s Memory

a poor man’s memory. let us count his worth:
Memory: i lost my way within this world.
and i have pockets with nothing but holes.
but then night comes and something stranger
than life itself becomes me:
dreams.
then, within that terrible dream i can
purchase something and anything.

But it is poor.
because its worth is equated.
to money.
this is the poor man’s dream:
a dream based upon money.

Oh Lord allow me to dream
a dream where worth is based
on love.

love is priceless.

This is real. right.
okay. tonight i dream
of love.

and my pocket’s holes
become mended.

As so does my heart.

:: 09-14-2017 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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