To Koh Samui
A poem by Courtney
They tell me to let go
But let go I can-not!
The bowl that Katja gave me
My French ceramic pot
A stained hot pink umbrella
from Lot-Less in New York
Just give it away? Throw it out?
First I might just scream and shout!
These things all matter, clearly,
But let go I can-not!
The bowl that Katja gave me
My French ceramic pot
A stained hot pink umbrella
from Lot-Less in New York
Just give it away? Throw it out?
First I might just scream and shout!
These things all matter, clearly,
So why can’t they come with me?
What’s an extra 50 kilos
to come to Koh Samui?
What’s an extra 50 kilos
to come to Koh Samui?
So, did you leave any of these things behind?
ReplyDeleteclever poem and fun to read.
I think left all of those behind actually!
ReplyDeletethe bowl, pot, etc all still in SG!