I am virtually alive. I’ve convinced myself of it, so I might as well be.I plug in night and day (it’s a better way to play),and my life quality triples. let me explain: See, I’m virtually successful with a million virtual Pounds,and a billion virtual Euros in my swiss bank account.My virtual real estate is …
Category Archives: Poetry
The Lost Diamond (a poem)
Somewhere in the house,Lurking in amongst the crumbs and hairThat gather on the floorIs a diamond.A beautiful, clear, 1/3 carat diamond. What differentiates it from the particles that are to be vacuumed up and disposed of?Is it its size?No, it’s smaller than a stray popcorn seed and not much bigger than a large crumb.Is it …