Your love
was worth millions
but as the Royal Mint
admitted
it is like the lost loose change
of Britain
(apparently there's
£26 million of it)
just lying about
... out there
... somewhere.
So far, I have picked up
£6 and nine pence worth of you.
What a great put down...not too harsh yet hits the point that she was just not worth it. I enjoyed the conceit and how you turned that simple knowledge(I too read the same little news story) and how it became a meditation of the loss of a love...that although in potential was priceless...could never be collected! GinaXXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a real treasure i found here in this poem lying under thousend (more then 1300!) other poems - i like the metaphor about the lost loose change somewhere and the devaluation of love, worth millions once... I carry on reading you backwards.