The Burglar
Sir, oh, Sir, call my name the Misery. For I only have a single old can, to wait for you tickle it with a penny simply to show me that you’re gentleman. Sir, oh, Sir, call my name Honesty. For I’ve tasted salty, dusty breads and cups of withered, bitter coffee and tea, sleep under black sky and above white sand, without stole them secret from your pocket. Sir, no, Sir, don’t call my name the Hopeless. For I’ve always seen the Fortune bucket down on my upcoming future fortress. Sir, though I have nothing to beam my life, yet I own a big dream to gleam my life. (A Sonnet. Writing V class - 3rd Submission ) (repost fb's note; 7 Desember 2010, 21:13)