"Another day, another dollar;
a day late and a dollar short."
Here summer comes early.
Mostly, it never really leaves.
Here there are fresh-faced
children -- but they will change.
Boys will ripen to close
copies of their fathers --
those many sullen somber
silent men. Girls will mimic
still their mothers, aging
early in summers' petulant,
pervasive, potent green.
Here hopeless men will not
expose, in words, their griefs --
since there will always be only
the harsh monotony of each
tomorrow's changeless green.
Around sun-reddened weary necks
hang heavy burdens, weighty worries
never lessened, the endless summer's
cruel paradox: how such paucity
of hopeful human spirit festers
in the midst of profligate abundance,
this all-enveloping, overgrowing green.
Grey skies in March
as I walk through
the littered yard.
The grass is brown.
No one sees me
except the man
across the alley
loading scrap
into his pick-up.
We talk weather—
snow two days ago
today mist and rain
while we bear
the weight of our lives.
He says he’s laid off
but hopes to return soon.
I talk about lost love
and an empty heart.
We agree we want
to reclaim our lives—
the calendar says spring.
A heavy piece of metal
thrown thuds unto his truck
and he says
Another day another dollar.
I say
All the world’s a stage
before I hop into my car
but no one else is around.
On a quiet morning
bare trees near the ravine
at the end of the alley
raise their weary arms.
I allow a moment to watch.
Another day another dollar
I've heard this expression many times
Another day another day of love
Would be much more appealing I find
Love is free for those who partake
The ultimate human expression
Without the ability to share one's soul
The meaning of life is in question
If one day suddenly wars all ceased
Not sure we'd all know what to do
It's so ingrained in the human psyche
War machines would have no use
What a glorious time that would be
Idealistic I heard someone say
Perhaps but long as we still can dream
All things are possible today
So I'll end this little dream of mine
By saying to one and all
Love is the key to a life of contentment
You'll feel more than ten feet tall
Another day another dollar I pray.
Blow the dollars and you will pay.
Count your pennies or do a giveaway.
Dollars could be at bay.
E-banks were all the trend until they went away.
Funny money no more payday.
Gosh what more can I say.
Date Written: 5/6/2020
ABC Rhyme
Money is a universal language. They say money talk bull crap walks
even the def hears it. You gotta pay the price to live nice.
Money can turn people cold as ice. I like my pockets fatter then Kelly price.
Success is my friend, i learned to fight with my pen. Words close as kin
the more money i earn the more money i yearn,thus i can't be broke.No
money life is a joke. You cant take care of your folks.I love to count
that cheese yellow yolks. You know what they say another day another dollar holla. You could bet your bottom dollar. Money makes the world go round.
Build a mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door. To get what you give sometimes you gotta cash in your chips. Don't bit the hand that feeds you money i need you.
Another day another dollar
I've heard this expression many times
Another day another day of love
Would be much more appealing I find
Love is free to those who partake
The ultimate human expression
Without the ability to share one's soul
The meaning of life is in question
If one day suddenly wars all ceased
Not sure we'd all know what to do
It's so ingrained in the human psyche
War machines would have no use
What a glorious time that would be
Idealistic I heard someone say
Perhaps but long as we still can dream
All things are possible today
So I'll end this little dream of mine
By saying to one and all
Love is the key to a life of contentment
You'll feel more than ten feet tall
© Jack Ellison 2013
Tick tock Tick tock
Life fly’s by in the blink of an eye
Rush to work to watch the clock
Tick tock tick tock
Rush back home to start all over again
To tired to stop and enjoy the moment
Tick tock thick tock
No time to play, no time to waste
I must do this, I must do that
Time to sleep the day is over
Tick tock tick tock
Life fly’s by in the blink of your eye
Another day, another dollar
Before you know it your life is over
Tick tock tick tock
Your life has pasted you by; your kids are grown and out on their own
Your home all alone
Tick tock tick tock
I should have done this, I should have done that
Nothing left to do, nothing left to enjoy
The kids have all moved away
Their on a clock of their own
Tick tock tick tock
What will be my out come???
What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger,
And we all know how absense makes the heart grow fonder
and they say its soo much better loved and lost than it is to have not loved at all
This apple a day to keep the doctor away
diagnosed with honesty being the best policy
Somebody's been stepping on my grave
chills dance on my spine
I'll tell you not to say anything at all if you can't say anything nice
Every nemesis has it's rival
Exercising the fittest survival
Forgive and forget the situational ironies
Kids are cruel
keep making faces and it will stay that way
with what comes around goes around
reminder that what comes up had to be down
Back to the grindstone
another day another dollar
Enslaved by money the route of all necisarry evils
are the genrlemen and scholars
Chained to their re
Their white
and their blue collars
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