The Exchange


let us trade, my friend.
not in coins or in notes.
let us bend, let’s pretend
to drown and see who floats.

i’ll be rich today
and tomorrow be poor.
let me taste the wealth they say
would leave me wanting more.

i’ll like that you suffer and fall
like i have. befriend lack.
crawl for crumbs. beg for all.
then return to your stack.

let us trade places, my friend
in unfair exchange.
in our new statuses, let’s blend
and learn why we may abhor change.

leonell echa

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