A Poem:

Sweet a dollar

Once there was a guy
he had a dollar
what would he buy?

He traveled far and low
looking, searching, seeking
Just what would he do with all this dough?

He came to a shop
So many things, but only one dollar
Would he buy candy or licorice or pop?

The man began to panic
He tripped and fell
Straight into a hammock

His dollar escaped his grasp,
it floated off with the wind


By Darrell Martel
This poem is a metaphor for something, post on what you think it means.


  posted by Darrell @ 7:05 PM