Empty Pockets Empty Purse Poem by Elena Sandu
Empty Pockets Empty Purse
Inside my pockets
the wind..
tries hard to play
an old game,
hide and seek
But then too bored,
not pleased enough
starts searching for
a playmate for the friend!
who does he find?
Just take a guess? ?
My purse, thats right!
The wind tries hard to
hook him up
and Mr Purse?
naahh...
Too lazy and too weak..
promises to play
actually starts but
then, just hide away and
sleep.
Sweet dreams, you clever
empty Mr Purse,
Sweet dreams! !
With an empty purse only we can dream. we will get sound sleep and sweet dream. but with full purse we can not take even a nap. we can not shut our eye. beautiful write. thanks for sharing. keep sharing. regards.
I'm the melding of The Man With No Name (Clint Eastwood) with Johnny Cash - (The Man With No Cash) . But I'm not proud enough, as you aren't either, not to merely joke about it.
I really liked this one. Your contemplation and effective presentation makes reading a plesant experience. Keep going. Narayanan.
I like the imagery and the ambience of the poem.Empty pocket is a close relation of empty purse or, better still, one in an unholy wedlock.Do read read these my poems: 'Money' and 'Treasure'.Keep writing.
Sweet dreams not only empty your purse For them you sacrifice the whole universe. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is fun... Great work!