The Cent
There isn’t much value to the cent today.
It is still one-hundredth of a dollar.
Inflation has eroded its value away.
It is enough to make me cry and holler.
It is still one-hundredth of a dollar.
One won’t put anything in your shopping cart.
It is enough to make me cry and holler.
It has been mistaken for its British counterpart.
One won’t put anything in your shopping cart.
It takes a whole bunch to buy anything.
It has been mistaken for its British counterpart.
It is easy to feel inflation’s sting.
It takes a whole bunch to buy anything.
There isn’t much value to the cent today.
It is easy to feel inflation’s sting.
Inflation has eroded its value away.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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