vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

A Dime - Poem by vincent armone

Dig into to his pocket
what do he find
a piece of lint
and a rotten old dime

About to toss it
nothing it cant by
maybe end up under his car seat
waiting to die

Walking along flipping it in his hand
sees a old beat up blind man
with a cane and a can

Can you help me mister
I got not alot
just some change it would help
out this old pop

All I got is a dime
you see not worth much
would good would it do you
can not even by lunch

You keep your dime sir
a lesson it is
for when you truely have nothing
a prize it is

But the dime in his pocket
and walked away
I guess I learned the true meaning of poor today

Just because
I got not alot
some people has less
thats what I forgot

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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