You Can't Take to the Bank - Nov. 17, 2024

I find some poems to be like gold

from a time before gold had value

something about each shape color

and feel that I wanted to keep

those trinkets gathered throughout a life

I still keep in a drawer somewhere

waiting to be found again and read

and like a reunion with an old friend

with a smile and palpitation of the heart

because I thought I’d never see them again