mister can you spare a dime?
to spare a penny in a pig,
the storage of the nuts
away … away!
they find us keyed
for every lock that
spares the seed.
and when the day is done,
hard work then gathered
sun to sun,
a treasure might still find you home.
waiting for a life, begun,
let anger throw the pig a bone;
break the pork upon your knee,
all for coins to set them free.
then scattered on the winds of trade,
worried futures spin their days.
i’ll mark the smiles waiting there;
a child’s surprise–
for hers was whole upon her death,
mine left me emptied, pained
in solid state as loss was gained,
for banks can only mock the grind …
hey mister, do you have a dime?