Wrinkled HistoryA Poem by RiverdanceEver wonder where that old one dollar bill has been?It was just an ordinary object That old one dollar bill Nothing important, really After all, how much can be bought with a one dollar bill. A few pieces of candy? A soda? A package of paper? Maybe it could buy that piece of yarn You tie your shoes with every day? I know it won't pay the phone bill. Certainly not the house note. What's so great about an old one dollar bill That can't be used for much more Than the purchase of a few sweets?
That old one dollar bill Crinkled and wrinkled with wear and tear Creased precisely in several different places From frequent foldings as it was shoved Carelessly into your musty pocket. Faded from too many washings and being left Too long in the sunlight.
That old one dollar bill The silent observer Carelessly passed from hand to hand Not of much value Useless at best Yet it's always watching through the threads Of your back pocket
That old one dollar bill The all-seeing eye Watches silently as a young girl Cries softly on her bed While her parents scream defiance Love lost beneath small trivials Anger replacing happiness...
That old one dollar bill Lay crumpled in the father's jacket His sole companion as he saw The eyes of his baby girl Flutter for the very first time.
That old one dollar bill Peace and war in the Eagle's claws Speaking its motto E Pluribus Unum---out of many ONE So far from home, the young soldier presses That old one dollar bill Between his praying hands Falling to his knees While the world he knows explodes A small symbol of hope Of why he's fighting in the foreign fields.
An old one dollar bill That's all it was A symbol far beyond its worth Viewing history not enscribed in textbooks A spectator to life's normality Of the wrinkled histories of young and old After all, what's the value of the grand Without the simple daily occurances That gives this world its joy--- Things like that old one dollar bill Simply worth little Simply it's ALL. © 2008 RiverdanceFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on July 7, 2008 Last Updated on August 30, 2008 AuthorRiverdanceARAboutMove MeSep 4, 2008 - Sep 7, 2008 Interested in a contest? Soaring high above the clouds Below a world no longer mine Free from troubles has its price Loneliness unveils its light Hey there! I'm Kan.. more..Writing
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