Luzzio

Nevermind the rent we can’t afford,
The roof above that has a rot,
The down-payment we got from dad,
The doubts we had when we saw a rat.

Our friends who drove past that day,
With their sports cars and eye-brow raising pay.
The holidays we can only dream if at all,
A poster of somewhere in Europe on the wall.

The path we walk that looks astray,
Its winding road, posh hopes allay,
A week ahead we can’t even tell,
Not a thing between us we could sell.

Lying with you,
In this unfurnished flat,
On its wooden floors,
Just a welome mat.
Dreaming away, what we could be,
Two braving hands, what we would be.

Nevermind the rest of the world;

I am happy.