Another Dollar Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Another Dollar



The clouds are never late.
Side by side
The drops fall.
They play a soothing song.
One by one
Crashing to the ground
Lord if you're listening,
Slide another dollar in the jukebox.
The clouds aren't done dancing
& I left my wallet back home.
Lord if you're listening,
Just one more time

Another Dollar
Thursday, August 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: blues,poetry,rain,rain drops
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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