My wallet is a good friend of mine.
It was a bifold one when I purchased it. (but now...many folds developed)
Once it used to be brown and elegant
But gradually metamorphosed and faded.
Now it looks older than I am.
It has acquired many new attributes.
Frayed at the edges, broken stitching,
Failed zippers and worn-out leather
Of course, they add antique look to it.
I have forgotten exactly when I bought it.
But I always keep it with me when I go out.
I have my own sentiments about it.
It has witnessed ups and downs in my life.
It’s an ardent follower of Shakespeare’s advice,
“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”
Thank God! It hasn’t ever gone empty.
My pretty lady is very intelligent
When she finds my wallet with chubby cheeks,
She presents her list of interests and wants.
The young guys never bother about wallets.
With e-payments they manage at the outlets.
When I take my old companion out to pay the charges,
My kids make fun of him and say, ‘A rich man in rags.’
My wallet - My loving companion!
The cash cow's a wallet
The cash cow's a friend
The cash cow's been dead for long
The cash cow's an end
A man with cash shopped at a used car lot
Where met a cute, winsome young harlot
Smiling, he took it in stride
When she offered him a ride
He loved the trip ‘til he missed his wallet.
Someone comes to shoulder the cost
Of what you’d spent and thought you lost
And you have money recovered
With lovers’ insurance covered!
But favor’s some kind of bullet
And you’ve lost another wallet…
If your helper was a Lecher
You’d to God pray for a lecture
For The Lust that makes him Leper
Tom, Dick and Harry, Blank Paper.
The blind man visited you
With the help of his stick…
You let him in.
When he left you found out that
Your wallet has gone…
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.
I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!
For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.
I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.
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My wallet was missing,
A common occurrence,
That seldom causes panic.
We were getting ready to go to the market,
But still I did not panic,
As I had no doubt, it was in the house,
And my wife had cash.
Upon our return I renewed my search,
And just when I needed to sit down,
For a rethink,
A long way yet from a panic you understand,
I felt the urge to look in the cat's
Latest cardboard play box,
Which was about a couple of feet from the kitchen table.
And there it was,
The cat denied it of course,
But I will be keeping a closer eye on her in the future.
Poverty's not the man who suffers.
Poverty's not his life.
Poverty's just an empty wallet
that hugs his azz too light.
Ignorance is a talking drum
Ignorance is a drum of backwardness
Like a clock with low battery
Moving anti - clock wise
THE CROSS IN THE WALLET
I saw two wallets on the shelf,
One old, the other nice.
The nice one cost a little more,
But I thought I’d pay the price.
But then I thought how I could take
That wallet, worn and old,
And fix it so it could be used,
I’d be so proud to hold.
And so I bought it from the store,
Then I looked inside to see
A cross that someone had left there,
A message just for me.
I could have found some money there
And been so happy, too,
But what I found instead of that
Was far more great to view.
This cross reminded me of One
Who suffered for my sin,
Who I had asked not long ago
To save and enter in.
This wallet now is worth far more
Than one I did not buy;
And I will love Christ’s rugged cross
Until the day I die.
¬
Based on a testimony given in Reformers Unanimous meeting, April 15, 2005
I found an old wallet the other day
It was worn and I wondered what had stayed
When I felt the old leather
as a familiar touch
I thought of what we shared - so much
I remembered the gift in love given
And how my spirits had risen
For it meant I was old enough then
Adult-hood had arrived and childish things ended
The old aunt who gave it to me
Put 50 cents so good luck would be
And tucked into a fold still so true
Was the lucky coin still holding its magic too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Money in the wallet is worth a million in the market!
All rights released into Public Domain
It is true that I
in my years of life, never
seen such emptiness.
My wallet has credit cards
And my I.D.
(My license to drive
With a picture of me.)
My library card and
My store discount stash
Share limited space with
My limited cash.
Insurance I.D.'s,
Safety pins and receipts
Nestle next to my photos,
Such room-hogging treats.
Appointment reminders,
My pass for the Zoo
Stretch the leather along with
My Garden pass, too.
Add a band-aid and stamps
And a bunch of loose change;
When I take out my wallet,
Folks look at me strange.
I bought a small pocketbook -
Thought I would try it -
But first off, my wallet
Must go on a diet!
Uncle Scrooge had lost his wallet
He went mad and chased a pullet
He fell down the glen
Ended in cow pen
Mr.Scrooge had to bite the bullet
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