I have nothing.
No dream châteaux with Ferraris
parked in front.
No chauffeur driven May Bach,
an office on wheels with a bar.
Neither do I dress to work
in a ten thousand dollar Armani suit,
though I wish I could,
looking like the men who model them
in fashion magazines,
six foot two, their features square.
All I have is a shirt.
I am not the owner
of a fat Swiss bank account
from which to buy you as a treat
a diamond studded brooch.
Neither am I
the lucky winner of a lottery,
with women that I am yet to meet
writing me for marriage.
I am just me
with nothing to purchase your attention
but an open hand.
All I have is a shirt.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)
Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com
About the Author
Val K is a poet and a nature lover.