Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Penny for a poem

I'd write a poem
For a penny
But I haven't
Written many
That cheaply

Still, a penny
Is a penny
Said the man
Sitting next to me
With eyes
Upon the floor.

So I wrote a bunch
Of poems
For people
Passing by
And some gave
Me a dime.

By noon I'd
Made five dollars
And maybe
A bit more
I felt rather
Like a whore.

I gave the money
To the man with
Eyes upon 
The floor.
It was quickly spent
At the liquor store.

© 2011 by Jacob Anson.  All Rights Reserved.
Photograph courtesy of Dan Jay at Thousand Word Photography


Kate said...

It's a bit like "a penny for your thoughts!"

WebbieLady said...

Oh... five dollars? And many poems? Poets would starve.... especially if the first priority is the liquor store! :=)

Cezar and Léia said...

It's a beautiful poem, the treasure is all about feelings inside our heart.
** I hope they can take something to eat instead of liquor at the store.

deeps said...

A penny is a penny after all and if it comes penning I see no harm there… :P

stopping by...

Harlequin said...

Hi Jacob! I wish a speedy recovery! Thank you for your message, so everything is fine! 14 days I was without a computer, on vacation, we traveled to our Republic! :) Let your feet tread soon as they should! Have a very nice!

Francisca said...

Not so simple, Lowell: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-2064850/Part-How-homelessness-happen-anyone.html