(a shorty, imbued with pin-pointedly acute brevity
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply, Jerry)
'within those whimsically, light-hearted steps
from moment - our monthly pay-check, is received
and all those needy Bills: are sated
exists, our window of opportunity
to dream, as we once did - back when
a dollar or a pound, at our local corner shop
represented 100 pence - of hard-earned
sugary comfort, treasures;
and not, just a mere dent
in our 999,999.00 of yearned-for
quantification warped, sense of self-worth...'
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Good write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
swipe
blight
balance wiped
The bain of our lives or our saviour? What's wrong with good old dirty money?
Good one Dusk.
Hardly. Thanks, O.A.P.
True words Jerry.
Andy
(a shorty, imbued with pin-pointedly acute brevity
and thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply, Jerry)
'within those whimsically, light-hearted steps
from moment - our monthly pay-check, is received
and all those needy Bills: are sated
exists, our window of opportunity
to dream, as we once did - back when
a dollar or a pound, at our local corner shop
represented 100 pence - of hard-earned
sugary comfort, treasures;
and not, just a mere dent
in our 999,999.00 of yearned-for
quantification warped, sense of self-worth...'
The pleasure is mine L.B. Thanks.
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