My Last Coin.
A bridge to my riches and a wall from poverty.
I want to Toss it,
Heads for dropping it in a wishing well.
Tails for betting on it hoping for it sell.
Or I'll save it in a jar.
Buh I fear It will be lonely in there.
Or maybe I can buy myself some kicks.
To 'drink' them.
Or buy some kales to push me for weeks.
Either way I need more of these to survive.
I need more of them to be alive.
Without it I'll starve
So my decision here has to be brave.
I lose it I die.
I risk it, I increase my chances
To see another day and hope.
Or I can plant it, let it grow
and harvest it later from the tree of it.
But I wonder, In between what will I do without it.
It gives me power just by having it.
It boosts my esteem by carring it around.
It gives me the confidence and voice among a crowd.
Bt when gone I can't make a sound.
Having me more of these is a sign of blessing.
Having less is the reason Im cursing.
What the fuck mehn?
My last coin.
A bridge to my riches
A wall to poverty.
Cause I slept drunk yesterday, I wake up with a spinning head I can't tell left from right. I have to pull myself together and after a litre or two of chilled water with a squeeze of lemon I become steady,trying to wake my wife up since I can't do shit on my own, it's dark ;4 or 5 in the am-so I think, dogs are barking And a cock can be heard from a far,"why are you so stubborn!" slowly whispers ,my wife. Assuming that is rhetorical ,I let her be, I have to fasten my pace so I cannot be late for work. The weather is chill and mist has formed in most part of my neighbourhood, again I can't see shit and this time not because of the darkness but the mist. I have already left the house when I get a call from my boss "Hello, I thought we spoke yesterday and you promised to be here earlier than now!" "What!?,I mean sorry, I am on my way sir."I reply not knowing what we spoke about the previous day. My head is still floaty, memories about last nig...
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