2021.06.09.
Wealth
Versions: #1People have been talking long about me
that I never have a penny in my pocket,
but I am ready to argue with anyone about it
whether it's the most important thing in the world.
I live on the last floor
in a garret
just beneath the stars.
The window is my door
and I walk towards them (the stars) and question them:
Will there be light in the window after time,
here beneath the stars?
Will they still be listening to the Beatles, and will they still be reading the timeless poets?
Will the landlady be coming early
with a Vienna croissant and a coffee pot,
and instead of asking for the rent
she will be smiling,
'Did you sleep well?'
And would it still sound weird to some
if someone claims once again
that I have the biggest wealth/treasure - a window and countless many stars.