once upon a time

STROLLING

STROLLING

Stroll down the mall
Stare into the shop windows
Do not stop, your pockets are empty
Insincere greetings await you
Only stare and stroll
Watch people buying
Wishing you had money,
Without It you can
Only stroll, and stare
Wishful thinking gets you
Through your day
Stroll, peer upon those
Goods of avarice.
Wishful thinking
when pockets empty.
JOHNOE


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