Never Lose Sight

On a bright day, 
Sun hiding behind
clouds throwing 
shades on folks
below.  A cool breeze
came through from the
West and as it passed
by the face of a man
with a dollar in his hand
and a pair of shades 
on his eyes, she, the 
wind, blew the dollar
out of his hand.
For at least five minutes
he chased that dollar
until it hit the face of a 
woman with a four dollar cup of 
coffee in her hand.  She,
the wind, blew again and 
the coffee splattered on her
face.  The man felt a bump
on his side and he ell on his
behind on the sidewalk
and so did she, the coffee lady.
He didn't care so much about
the dollar anymore anyway
but she was livid (that means
mad) about her coffee. 
"You can always buy
another cup, you know," 
he gave her a dollar he
pulled from  his pocket. 
And this story is nice because
he didn't lose sight of 
what was important.  
But she wanted to know
was where she could get
a cup of coffee for a dollar?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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