Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

Poem After Poem After Poem


POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM
POEM AFTER POEM AFTER POEM

Poem after poem after poem
But a poem is not the way out.
Money is depleting
Soon I’ll be without.

How will I manage to live then
What will become of us all?
To write a poem is to do nothing
When the writing is on the wall.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 07, 2009

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/7/2009 10:38:00 PM)

    Fantastic! Like my poem 'No Money in Poetry' we writers subsist on just the passion for wiritng, but then - there's no poetry in money either. Fine lines and perfect pace. Great poem! (Report) Reply

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