Jai Bankson Poet Light Verse

''Credit Store''

I have to make my living on my friends
                        My enemies contribute not at all
                      Therefore I cannot give,or profit ends
                           And then my buissness will fall 
                                                                             
                            I gladly lend you of my goods
                                 I ask only that you pay
                                I make a profit as I should
                           For after all I work each and every day

                      Now you would not want to work for naught
                           So why do you expect that I should
                    Contribute all the things that I have bought
                      Sometimes I think you do not wish me good
                                 
                      Now there are many stores that sell for less
                            Most any merchandise that I keep
                            Yet when your in financial distress
                            My goods it seems are very cheap

                           But on the day when you have cash
                        It seems my prices are always too high
                               For to the superstore you dash
                        It makes me want to sit right down and cry


          For my Grandfather's Store;

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Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:45 PM In the long run, people lose out, and the prices remain the same for less. You deserve CREDIT for such a nice poem!

Richard Lamoureux February 20, 2016 at 8:14 AM So many mom and pop stores have dissapeared. It is very sad. Well expressed Jai. Jai Bankson March 14, 2016 at 10:58 PM Thats what happened to my Grandfather's gas station,two pumps,bait,food,no alcohol,lucky stripes,etc.,full service,oil the whole nine..it was fun and if you walked in with a frown my grandparents would have you laughing before you got back to your vehicle.His home was across the street.Iy was perfect'

Poet Destroyer A February 20, 2016 at 2:17 AM Jai, so true, the more I have at hand, the higher the prices seem to be that week. It's all a conspiracy. LOL... Awesome poem. LINDA