Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Photo by Thomas Fatin
“It was all for nothing…”
I found a coin
hidden well within my pocket,
shining back at me
with its seducing metal coat.
I was glad to meet,
this ultimate evading guest;
not every day I get to greet
a celebrity of such proportions.
I showed my best side,
all the little niceties,
a drop of charm that’s slightly outdated,
smile, shoeshine, spark in the eye.
It was all for nothing,
we had a good old argument at home,
furry took control of me
and I swapped my new best friend
for a glass of cheap drink.
Now I’m alone,
but at least it’s warm and quiet,
as I sip my drink with honey.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
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