To Be Left Out In The Blue

They came in numbers
In big figures

Drawing a long line
Like flocking to the shrine

I stood under the trees near the park
Looking and figured what went wrong with my luck

Why I wasn’t in the same line
Queue for so long but still feeling so fine

With their hands holding the cards
Cashing out new notes that’s so hard

Smells anew
Only a few

Like me who’re not in the queue
Would be left out in the blue

Cuz I don’t have the card
To make the cut

by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

Comments (2)

Quiet poems. It is beautifully written... 10... Kindest regards, Tsira
Your title is very expressive of the 'blue mood' of your poem. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra