vincent armone

(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

14 karet dreams/ 2 karet heart aches

I pass by windows of plexey glass
displaying 14 karet dreams and 2 karet heart aches

Pawned in the game of life
they long for owners long gone

Once sparkling memorys
now tearful reminders
of lost hopes and bitter sorrows

Each piece a story
of addictions
of lost jobs
and quick solutions
to tremendous burdens

With a heavey heart
I walk away
reminded of how lucky I am
not to have my sorrows on display

Kissing my wedding ring
I promise to never pawn
my most cherished item
my most heartflet memory

These my keepsakes never to be seen by others
in windows of shame
just nothing more then
14 karet dreams and 2 karet heart aches

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011

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