I Am For Sale

I am for sale

I am for sale to overcome my problems
the price for me is not so huge 
Just a little bit more than you think

I am very eager to know my master
Who ever may be 
He is my master and he is my rescuer 

Every penny from that price is precious
I am at the gates of my house 
expecting my magnanimous boss

My wisdom and soul are his own properties
My fame and credits are his own credits
I want my new boss to buy me and
to get rid off from this worst hell

Twenty or thirty is not so huge 
it may be Dollors or Euros
I am My self selling 
As a wonder of  twenty first century 

Will any 
Kind hearted and generous come forward 
to buy me 
Before the poverty swallows my last piece
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Haick Avatar
December 14, 2009 at 7:42 AM
Surely you're worth more than any amount of Euros or dollars, Sakthee! Good write, straight from your heart! Thanks for sharing! Peace and love, Audrey
Mchugh Avatar
December 12, 2009 at 8:15 PM
Thirty-five and not a penny more! Just kidding. I really liked this piece, and I just wanted to let you know that you are not the only one who feels like their worth has been assigned to them by someone else. Keep fighting the good fight, my friend. GM
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