Living The Untold Story Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Have you ever followed the news,
Only to find that it is news about
Someone you know? The joy of being
Connected to the ones who use money,
To blow their noses, blows your mind
And has you wishing they were closer,
Especially if they just won the lotto.

You walk the world hoping to
Meet them, and look in all familiar
Places only to be told,
That person is standing inside
You. You say hey show me the
Money. The tabloids tell you it
Is standing inside you. For the
Sage comes to ask you how much
You have earned since you were
Born. You say well I spent it all.

She says count it in hours and
Then price it at one dollar an hour.
You simply walk away, in tears knowing
You have but spent all you
Could have saved.

He calls you back and says there is
Still more where that came from.
If I give you ten years at one dollar
Per second, what will you do with it?

You say I will go and live the untold
Story, and repeat what you told me for
Now I know I almost blew it, for I was
Born to write the story of the
Millionaire in whose body I live
Before I am evicted for, for years I
Have lived a tenant with the wrong
Name, wrong passport and wrong
Destination. Now I will go and
Walk on millionaire lane and live
In an abode meant for the likes of me.