The Great Gatsby

 

It’s a different book tonight

It’s the one I never read

It’s the one that’s be there too long on the list

The pages are glued

The edges soiled

The words get duller with every line

It’s a story about a rich man

With a poor past

A story about having it all

With a pinch of loss

He wants her back

But she is mine

Or so the character feels

Alone with everyone

At ease on his own

After years he realises he is still the same

A wild strawberry in the forest

That can be carelessly plucked

But must be eaten with a lot of care