The Pawn Broker Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Pawn Broker



I am sorry my poor Mom!
You pawned your Wedding ring
For my studies
And I sold my Algebra book
To a second hand book shop
And straight away ran to the Cinema hall
To watch the movie 'The Pawn Broker'
I had the pawn chit but unexpectedly
It's in my holey wallet and somebody pick pocketed!
The old man 's no more
But the grand son continues his business
At the same place the hard job plays with human lives!


(The Pawnbroker is a novel by Edward Lewis Wallant which tells the story of Sol Nazerman, a concentration camp survivor who suffers flashbacks of his past Nazi imprisonment as he tries to cope with his daily life operating a pawn shop in East Harlem.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tai Chi Italy 11 May 2011

A very poignant read from start to finish Nimal! Sophia was a wise woman in movies and it deeds. I must read that book. Smiling at you tai

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