One Four Three

Poem By Prasetya Utama

the bank so crowded.
Usually I am lazy,
queued in crowded.
took my pension.
Queue hour and hour.
to wait
in front the monitor screen
was waiting for the official teller
shouted called my number,
'one four three! '
I rose from the chair of my place
to be waiting for hours.
Afterwards put forward
the savings book
that already amount
was written
in order to make
ends meet
every a month.

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