If you had a one-hundred-dollar bill
And a gust of wind came and blew it away,
Would you follow your treasure
Or sit still and stay?
Would you allow your money
To simply flutter down the street,
Paying no mind to where it traveled
Or what it may chance to meet?
Or would you attentively watch over
Your cash to make sure it was safe?
After all, a hundred dollars
Is a difficult thing to replace.
Might you even bend down
And take your treasure home,
Or would you leave it in the street
Discarded and alone?
Next time your children
Flutter down the street or nearest hill
Pretend they are your precious
One-hundred-dollar bill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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