I was always on the move like a wandering Jew <br />seeking affordable lodgings. <br />All I owned fitted in a suitcase. <br />Rented rooms with a view of backyards and railway lines <br />slept on mattresses sullied with intimacy <br />read behind curtains that were columns of dust. <br />Yet those student years were full of sun <br />full of tomorrow.<br /><br />Costas Nisiotis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/then-17/
