Matthew Anish Poet Free verse

Postcard

Postcard Whow

Millions of '   
      postcards 
for sale
    Dealers 
from around the world 
Some from Israel 
   Some from Russia 
Some rich 
   others poor
Capitalism in action
     But E.V. Debs cards 
sell for a lot of money!
    The point of this poem escapes me

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Andrea Dietrich April 14, 2017 at 7:49 PM haha, Loved your ending on this one! Matt, I am becoming like your parents in that I will soon have been married 42 years. If I make it to 70, I'll be getting the gold!

Kim Rodrigues April 13, 2017 at 5:58 PM Enjoyed! Rich words in poor hands.

Ilene Bauer April 13, 2017 at 5:14 AM Interesting topic and I like the last line, which was unexpected. ~ Glad you enjoyed your Seders. You're supposed to drink too much wine! I went to one lovely one with my family and I drank more wine than anyone there...