A wreck in a trilby hat

 

I am a wreck

in a trilby hat,

wearing

yesterday's

faded dreams,

carrying

a sackful

of regrets.

Basically,

I’m not all that,

but what I've got

is yours,

like a really

poor version

of Santa Claus.

 

I wear a book

to my chest,

instead of an S.

I'm not super.

I don’t wear a cape

I barely get out

without an uber,

so not often seen 

in the wild landscape,

but all I've got.

I'll give it you.

Because I want

to see the world happy,

and when you smile

it’s the world I see

shining through

 

I don't want things.

Stuff doesn't excite me,

money not on my list,

material doesn't give

that sense of bliss

which comes from love.

Not gifts or rewards

but a warming kiss

blown across

a frozen wilderness

aimed at my lips.

Thst would win 

almost all the awards.

 

I'm a relic. Buried,

but I'm no treasure

I'm just a bronze penny,

dug under the soil.

I'm nothing special,

but I am unique.

A one of a kind

if you wipe away

the surface grime.

That bronze penny

might even shine.

 

 

 

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Kyle