My daddy played the market. My mother cut her coupons. The children ran in circles. The maid announced, the soup's on. The guns were cleaned on Sunday. The family went out to shoot. We sat in the blind for hours. The ducks fell down like fruit. The big fat war was going on. So profitable for daddy. She drove a pea green Ford. He drove a pearl gray Caddy. In the end they used it up. All that pale green dough. The rest I spent on doctors who took it like gigolos. My financial affairs are small. Indeed they seem to shrink. My heart is on a budget. It keeps me on the brink. I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they're money. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR A CAMEO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON |