And We’re Still Not Counting Pennies
January 26, 2011 in Wordsmoker Poetry
We’re a little short, these days, it seems.
Though it’s just a kink in the road, we’ve seen,
and our reserves are still rich, not sparse, not lean…
……….so we’re still not counting pennies.
Our homes have paled, in these here times.
Though we know all’s good, all’s great, all’s fine,
and “Oh my heavens, our tale, it rhymes!”…
……….so we’re still not counting pennies.
Your face, it seems to tell and trace
our slow descent to a dark, ill place,
but our will is strong and those ills we’ll face…
……….so we’re still not counting pennies.
Now the wheels break down and stunt our ride.
The road, she offers no place to hide
from our ruin, our mother, our rotting pride…
………and we’re still not counting pennies?
