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, clean shaven, 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.
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