Mary Rowena


Old Money - Poem by Mary Rowena

By chance I am not seen
Not stared at in the street
Exhume a conscious clean
Make air all that I eat

Dimensions measure two
Reflections disagree
Perhaps there’ll be a clue
In fine tanned lines you see

Now I could spend all day
Faulting society
My mind is as it may
Won’t let a body be

I’ll hide behind a pole
And when I am not found
That’s when I've reached my goal
'Lost some change? Where’s that pound? '


Comments about Old Money by Mary Rowena

  • Gold Star - 15,901 Points John Westlake (4/27/2014 3:47:00 PM)

    An interesting write but I certainly enjoyed reading it (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (8/13/2013 2:40:00 PM)

    A great poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 27, 2014


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