“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label cents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cents. Show all posts
Friday, April 29, 2016
Winning the Lottery
Wealth is having more than you need.
I, too, am guilty of this.
I must confess,
I have laundered some change,
this week.
The same exact six cents
I keep finding in different denim jeans.
And when I think about it,
having an extra six
sense-may not be worth anything
solid, except an extra thought-
that buys a cents of monetary health.
Image By Elembis (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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