Face Value

Greenbacks in my pants
From the tree that it grows
Some more in my scarf
Some cover my toes

A dollar for this
A sixpence for that
A buckle, a duffle
A black velvet top hat

The more that I have
The better I be
And if I have none
They better not see

If I live hand to mouth
Or high on the hog
I need the best gear
No matter the cost

Designer, top liner
For the silver spoon crowd
If I want to fit in
No pinched pennies allowed

And if I go broke
Supporting the farce
A fool they’ll call me
Then soon too they will part

Good early morning! Day 7 of the NaPoWriMo challenge brings the discussion that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, the challenge is to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

It’s a strange concept for me, as I gather myself to sit with a friend having surgery this morning. Double mastectomy for breast cancer. Money seems less important today than usual.

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