Counting His Puny Fortune
The coins clinked in front of him, then clanked
the same coins that, as a child, had delighted him
Today merely clinked; today merely clanked
the joy drained from counting his puny fortune...
Sensing an epiphany, he brushed the coins away
sat there, chin resting on his elbows, elbows on the table
startled aware, suddenness sweat-laden, that no longer
was the world content to wait for him to blossom
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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