Bill

Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been a resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a guest when I'm seen,
And people treat me like gold.

I'm a man of trade, made valuable by trust.
I can be a fool for stringency
or a tool for generosity.
Use this time for introspection.
I'll reveal your motive of kindness or lust.
Your use of me is your reflection.

I am wanted everywhere I effect,
a hot topic on Wall Street,
known by strangers before our first meet.
Dollar is my alternate name.
Make sure you treat me with respect
for I can bring you honor or shame.

Written 4-20-18
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gondolf Avatar
May 2, 2018 at 7:56 AM
Yes, we all could use some more of Bill, the question is how will we use it. Very cleverly written, Juliet. John
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April 22, 2018 at 4:47 PM
Wow Juliet, Bill sounds like a real upper echelon player. Hard to be friends with that type. But you pegged the type perfectly with this piece. Blessings Carl
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