The man

Just a light little poem. I am practicing my rhyming and flow.

Hold out your hand,

they said to the man

most gracious in his giving.

With a friend like that, 

they tip their hat,

it'll make a right fine living.

So the man pours out, 

as they all jump and shout

He gave with a caring passion.

With all that he had, 

things could never get bad,

and they'd never be out of fashion.

He loved them more 

that was for sure

than they would ever see.

With all of their asking 

and getting and basking,

they'd never have a cause to flee.

He gave and he spent

laughing and went

to the bank to withdraw more money.

But the teller looked round

said sorry I've found

not a penny, oh it's not funny.

So the man went round

where his friends could be found

and told them his life's dilemma.

But as he looked by

for his friends at his side,

they disappeared, a great enigma.

Reviews

[Pól]

Very unusual poem-great message-shows your adaptability. Your poetry covers such diverse topics and always provides an interesting story as well as beautiful lanquage and meter. Well done, indeed.

[marlayesterday]

Thank you so much! :)

[Southern Cross]

Through thick and thin ...seems most people will always be around when times are good and flee when all changes. Once again, love your endings. They read like a short story. You defiantly have found your voice and it is a joy to read.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Reminds me of "the prodigul" son parabel. This is alas an eternal truth.
It's good to reminded of things now and again.

[Crazy Cat Man]

Awwww I like this. reminds me of life in NY. Where when everything is good everyone is around you, when things are bad and u dont have money u dont have any friends left. great piece

[lee von cleef]

Art, gives without strings, a river that doesn't always return, but that's not why I dove in anyway. good write.