Jacson Gelato

My Purse Is Hers - Poem by Jacson Gelato

Sometimes empty
sometimes full
just like my heart
always causing me
to frown when it is empty,
yet when above the mind
dwells necessity, luxury
from anywhere
I get it all.
The cashier angrily
looks at me
when he hands
over to me
those bank notes
he does not realise
it is my own money
he is old and
he must have never
enjoyed his life
his hair is grey
his spectacles
with thick glasses on it
how he looks at me
as if I am executing a heist
and the money is his.
He is angry
that I have withdrawn
a bigger amount today
he does not know
that I am taking
his daughter on a date

Topic(s) of this poem: love, money

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A love affair with a bank tellers daughter.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 29, 2016

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