photo by @wakeupkitty
My grandmother taught us myths
I took after her
Believing every myth I heard
I wallowed in deep poverty
As a young man in his late 30s
I kept wondering how long?
How long do I continue this way
I've heard a couple of times
That true riches and wealth
Comes from one genuine source
Hardwork
Well, hardwork has never been my thing
Grandma once said:
When you've got a backup, you'll become rich
And here I am today
Embarking on this journey
In search of my backup
What could that be?
From one seer to another
One fortune teller to the other
One sorcerer to yet another
This search is hectic to be honest
After the fruitless search
In my fantasy and imagination
As I retire for the night
In the dreamland where grandma takes me to
I see her skeleton on a pile
Yep, a pile of treasures
She died fighting that I get rich
How sacrificial the old lady was
I hope this isn't a mere fantasy in the dreamworld
As I await a reward from my backup
Grandma