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
Your title is very expressive of the 'blue mood' of your poem. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quiet poems. It is beautifully written... 10... Kindest regards, Tsira