All I have is a ShirtWritten by Val K
I have nothing. No dream châteaux with Ferraris parked in front. No chauffeur driven May Bach, an office on wheels with a bar. Neither do I dress to work in a ten thousand dollar Armani suit, though I wish I could, looking like men who model them in fashion magazines, six foot two, their features square.
All I have is a shirt.
SunglassesWritten by Val K
I will wear sunglasses so as to hide tears which form in my eyes for a man is not supposed to cry, so they say, and because of this: my heart I have kept in a safe.
But I will wear sunglasses all same for I am emotional as poets come as emotional as Thomas who found solace in a bottle as emotional as Byron who went to Avalon without a drink.
For my feelings I carry with me, visible for you to see like Ernst’s apple stuck to a forehead.