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Promises Like Pennies
by Quinlan L GibsonAs raindrops from the sky,
these promises fall like pennies
into my jar of change.
That one day should be cashed in
In a long time coming
realization that you deserve something.
Tangable, real.
One by one
you'll speak of my future,
and include yourself.
Mind you;
you've only been in my world
for all of three years.
And what am I like to live with?
You recite my dreams.
I cringe at times.
I think my ears will bleed.
But yet I believe.
For now.
But how long when promises fall like pennies?
Until the jars are full;
and it's time to find
something that makes good
on promises.
07/11/2003 Author's Note: what else could I say...It's now been said that in 2 years, "we'll have a place at Conneaut"
Posted on 07/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 07/14/03 at 03:22 AM Interesting. I would have never thought of collecting promises. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/14/03 at 04:27 PM Ooo, I really like the idea you create in this poem. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 07/15/03 at 02:14 PM Yup, promises are like pennies. Not worth much, until they add up. As long as that pesky man, er bank gives you your moneys worth, right? |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 07/16/03 at 04:41 PM I totally agree with Sharona...promises in itself aren't worth much, untill they are cashed in! Wonderful read:) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/03 at 02:51 PM I like this a lot. Reminds me of my own son when he was only about three and how those promises like pennies have to come to fruition over the years in his becoming a man (now 20 years old). |
| Posted by Oliver Drewman on 12/25/03 at 12:13 AM Some promises are pei crust promises like Mary Poppins said. "Easily made and easily broken" Hopefully these are not the type you are speaking of. |
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