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 ::
