Treasure Island

Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

(Singapore)

To be left out in the blue


They came in numbers
In big figures

Drawing a long line
Like flocking to the shrine

I stood under the trees near the park
Looking and figured what went wrong with my luck

Why I wasn’t in the same line
Queue for so long but still feeling so fine

With their hands holding the cards
Cashing out new notes that’s so hard

Smells anew
Only a few

Like me who’re not in the queue
Would be left out in the blue

Cuz I don’t have the card
To make the cut

Submitted: Thursday, February 07, 2008
Edited: Friday, September 18, 2009

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  • Sandra Fowler (3/21/2008 4:32:00 PM)

    Your title is very expressive of the 'blue mood' of your poem. Excellent write.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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