Money is lying
there on the pavement,
while a poor old soul,
gets into convulsion.
You are the first to attend
with Satan,
your good angel is away
for Christmas.
Now your eyes are bulging out,
your mind is counting,
as you take plenty… quickly
while the ambulance is coming.
You know, now, how,
Adam and Eve have reached
down here and stayed.
The smiles of your children
are bigger this year but darker,
or may be it is the reflexion
of the lights.
You said "Granny is coming tomorrow,
she rang, she has been delayed,
her childhood friend,
has just passed away."
A contest entry
- Your Thoughts On Money by Cerulean Sunrise.
450 points, ended October 16, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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Nice take. It is the thought that counts. Money is just well money. Thanks for your entry.
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Very touching poem. and well written
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