Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 72,872 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Wallet - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


He sits there with ego, laziness
On roadside, the beggar
He has own expertise,
Great in his job, is; pan-handling

People pass
Some drop a coin
Maybe two in his can

In distance walks a man
Well dressed and mid-aged
Beggar looks and whispers:
“If the poor pays coin…
Upcoming that is rich and busy...”

The man’s hand on his back
Joy softened the wrinkles
On skin of sitter:
“He reaches for wallet.”

Time passing and the rich approaching
Passes by, crosses
His hand is on his butt

Hopes shatter.

The same is with me now
All Uber partners driving Passengers (or Riders)
From place to place, with cellphone
Everyone holding phone can have us on scope…

Daydream mixed with hope… on the road

Topic(s) of this poem: dream

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

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