Trading Cards

Double Tanka Pokémon Poem

Japanese children compete in a Pokémon card tournament, Tokyo, 4th August 1999. Yoshikazu Tsuno, Getty Images
Bitter is the boy,
Who traded Pokémon cards,
For the next mans dream,
Worthless paper promises,
Which bring him no warmth inside,


Years increase value,
Some seek that which gave them joy,
Whilst collectors laugh,
Becoming Pocket Monsters -
Life is a trading card game.

Poem by © Darius the Mate

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