Coining A PhraseA Poem by William Michael Reeves
Penny for your thought? Sorry, all I got.
One earned saved shiny secrets kept; bright copper rain from heaven wept. Gimme a nickel I’ll try to tickle your funny bone plug out of breath; my wooden laughter, dimed to death. Life turns on a dime ~ does it all the time. A dozen decisions will spin around ‘n round one coin so thin. Given no quarter, just have to barter ... pounder costs way more than two-bits, ‘n all you get are nasty s***s! Change fills our live’s jar ~ then off to Coinstar. A dollar waitin’ on a dime can’t spare a pocketful of rhyme. 2022
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19 Reviews Added on September 3, 2022 Last Updated on September 3, 2022 AuthorWilliam Michael ReevesSeattle, WAAboutI live in Seattle. I have been a nurses aide most of my life and my experiences as a caregiver for people with disabilities has inspired much of my poetry. I love the puzzle of poetry. Expression with.. more..Writing
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