Poem – My Red Mustang

Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car.   A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior.   Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…

Poem – Money

Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.   I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy?   Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…