Unintelligible Susurration

Too Good To Be True - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

This seems
too good to be true
and it turns out
I am right.

I have all the money
in the world
and I own every restaurant
in downtown San Francisco
but what I don't have
is a place
to actually call my home.

I do not have a mother
to guide me to the right decisions
nor to I have a wife
to call my own.

I do not have children
to chase around
and tickle and tuck in at night.
nor do I have a friend
who I can tell everything to

like how the Giants won
and how the season is going well
or about how I spilled my coffee
on my favorite tie,
the one with the little dogs
that remind me of Winn-Dixie,
my childhood dog.

My success was too good to be true
and though some people are happy
with their dollars and cents
I am most certainly not
because I don't have anyone else
except myself.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013

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