Gold

She writes me, ' buy something for you at least this time
you always bring for the others
like a Santa Claus.I would like to see
that you come with a gold chain and a bracelet
like a movie star.
but I know gold is allergic for you in hard times
and it flies like a jet to a pawn shop'.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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