A Broken Man With Lots Of Gold

Rich and rich as I may be
I’m troubled by my memory
Yes those memories with thoughts
They tie my heart up in knots
Those thoughts are always full of you
Choke my veins through and through
You and all the things of past
Cut my breath and lungs apart
You’re in my head when I try to sleep
The reason why I wake and weep
For soon as you come to mind again
I’m reminded of this constant pain
All this pain I cannot hold
I’m a broken man with lots of gold
Rich and rich as I may be
I cannot erase my memory

9 thoughts on “A Broken Man With Lots Of Gold

  1. Frank, Again a beautiful poem which shows that like me, your heart has once been broken and the edges of the break are still sharp. May I make a suggested improvement? Replace the line “The reason why I wake and weep” with “The reason I wake, the reason I weep”. I think having two reasons enforces the point and makes the poem flow better. You may use it with my blessings.
    Please excuse me for being so forward as to suggest the improvement.

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