The Collector

My life is full of sense:
I have a big collection of 
fridge magnets, calendars and hotel slippers

which my friends bring me from
their trips. I have the rare stamp
I found on the street. I have the flippers

I bought off a church sale.
Alas, I can't swim... Luckily, I
have neither wife, nor kids in my collection.

When I feel sad, I don’t
need to lock myself in the bathroom for crying in
the company of my red-nosed reflection.


23/07/2019
Tri-Con Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Dietrich Avatar
July 23, 2019 at 5:45 PM
wow, this is really really smart writing. I collect all sorts of junk, but also I have the hubbie and grown up kids! So i count myself fortunate. A fave for this one.
Ravidas Avatar
July 24, 2019 at 7:28 AM
The hubbie, grown kids and a perfect poetry) Thank you, Andrea. Rays of love.
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