Pocket Change
by Rachel Hoyt
image by hin255
My pockets are always empty.
I never have any spare change.
I pinch and pinch, but my pennies
all seem to roll straight down the drain.
Banks helped me to have 'cash' a plenty
which, at first, seemed a little strange,
then the plastic began to appease
my pockets by pampering their pain.
Perhaps my pockets now envy
the plastic - they asked for your change.
They said, if I steal all your pennies,
my dreams will crawl back up the drain.
Copyright © 2015 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
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I wrote this poem in response to many
news stories which make me think we
prefer to play games with our money
to see what we can get for "free":
How Manufacturers Make You Think You're Saving Money When You're Spending It
Maine Innkeeper to Give Property Away to Essay Contest Winner
Houston Homeowner to Sell House in $150 Essay Contest
Atlanta Couple to Give Away Goat Cheese Farm
Forbes List of the 6 Top Crowdfunding Sites
news stories which make me think we
prefer to play games with our money
to see what we can get for "free":
How Manufacturers Make You Think You're Saving Money When You're Spending It
Maine Innkeeper to Give Property Away to Essay Contest Winner
Houston Homeowner to Sell House in $150 Essay Contest
Atlanta Couple to Give Away Goat Cheese Farm
Forbes List of the 6 Top Crowdfunding Sites