Marvelous Marble
Back when I was six or seven,
indescribable was my joy,
squinting at rainbows and prisms
in a marble, my priceless toy;
only in grownups' weird world
was a damp, crumpled dollar bill
more valuable, more priceless than
my marble on the window sill!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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