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Cents and sensibility
by Aaron Michaeli try not to think
of how little i do.
what i do
does (it) matter,
is there more to
the question it begs
or am i truly part of that
cycle and constantly
chasing a tail
i recognize
but fail to grasp.
pennies make dollars
if you have enough,
but not sense.
and the sliver that
owns the pie
only begets slivers to
those that bake it
for them,
shaving hairs off bills
to pay for the
liters of sweat they give.
measured in monetary cents
what i accomplish is meaningless.
but when i take the bullet for someone
when i turn my head away from profit margins
when i bring arrogance back to reality
when i do all those
insignificant somethings
it compiles to make
a beautiful life
and that is free and priceless
and makes sense. 12/18/2008 Posted on 12/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/18/08 at 06:31 PM a friend of mine told me something one time and this reminded me of it. he said "the dollars got to make sense." put that in your back pocket and love it. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 12/18/08 at 06:37 PM Very insightful piece. Everyone should have these types of revelations. Nice work! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/19/08 at 06:10 AM Yes...well said. The best things in life ARE free! Happy Holidays! MFS |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/22/08 at 04:26 AM Oh, to bring arrogance back to reality... Clever piece. |
| Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 12/23/08 at 06:02 AM this is really clever. i like the title a lot. |
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