The never ending question arises
”Can money buy happiness?”
I sit and ponder about my empty pockets
And i think to myself ”no”
It is bitter cold out
I am barely clothed appropriate for this gloomy weather
My stomach pangs at the smell of the corner bakery
My hunger sounds louder than the thunder surrounding me
If one were in my torn and ancient shoes
They would probably do almost anything
For a crumbled bill of green
For that one ticket to a satiated feeling
I am not everyone else
I am a broken musician
My chords are locked away with my soul
My reason for breathing has shifted
And so I sit here
Bathing in G-d’s shower
Wondering when I will ever see her again
My smooth wooden ”Anna”
She was my entertaining and loving universe
My broken heart and frost bitten finger tips are worn
From the hours of attention I would pay her
What I wouldn’t do to hear her hum her melancholy tune
When she fell apart
So did I
Her in the literal sense
Me in theory
I refused to obtain a new instrument
For nothing can replace her
Or the sweet lullaby i used to make with her
Only her
To answer the query
It takes someone like I
To fully comprehend
What is the true definition of happiness
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Kay Salady
November 20, 2011 at 9:48 am
Beautiful. However, I never like it much when a poet gives an explanation for themself. It’s never necessary. Your writing is your own. If you’d ended it with “Only her” it would have been perfect.
chanzibrenner
November 20, 2011 at 7:46 pm
hmm you might be right about that..although i was concluding my thoughts on the stanza that i had started with..
Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe
November 20, 2011 at 2:22 pm
a fun read..
Glad to see you in the rally.
🙂
Morning
November 21, 2011 at 3:25 am
awesome,
keep it up.
chanzibrenner
November 21, 2011 at 7:23 pm
thanx will do!
The Orange Tree
November 23, 2011 at 7:26 pm
life is a learning process,
beautiful verse.
Happy Rally.
chanzibrenner
November 24, 2011 at 1:42 am
thank you!