Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

Money

The things I paid for…
Like the feeling of swinging on my swingset. 
It only cost a dandelion. 
With seeds so harmless. 

I was in high school. 
I could have been happy. 
If I played baseball, I would run from base to base. 
But I prefer home. 

I could have finished that essay.
But they say Wednesdays are a time for rest. 
I still managed to graduate high school.
These days, I don't think I’d be able to tell you how. 

I remember driving for the first time. 
The tank was full. 
Art class would have been 200 dollars. 
If I had taken them. 

If someone offered to pay for my vacation?
I would say it was too late. 
At 25, there’s nothing that will help depression. 
I’ll sit on the couch, trying to break even. 

I think that kid in third grade still owes me five dollars. 
I get mad about those things sometimes. 
The things I paid for. 
Mean nothing.

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