Expensive Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Expensive

Long ago, in sixties of nineteens
I was kid, you were wise, a lady.

You told us; meant to teach.
I was dumb, got angered.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.

“It is simple…stupid…”
You mentioned, talking of oil, barrel
“To sell cheap, repurchase expensive.”
(The petrol to be burned.)

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.

You were right
Time is changed and place
Things are same.
Realized though too late.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.

Then I was in Iran
You married to Iran
Your passport USA
Our teacher in Tehran.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.

Now I am in the West
Things are wild
Rest are same
Cheap is sold, repurchased expensive.

Then I paid and nation
Now I pay and nation
Then Rial was worthless
Now game is with Looney.

I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.