Five more dollers
in the bank,
to save for another day
adding up- to hundreds
eventually,
maybe thousands.
Five more dollers
to a trip over sea's
or too college, university.
Five too the car
I can use to run away
to be a writer
at the Grand Canyon
or a photographer.
Taking five dollers with me
in my wallet,
my last five dollers,
switching hands,
moving around the country alone.
Switching hands and banks
fading with age
until it crumbles and rips
and is nothing.
The five doller bill I once held
gone.
Out of circulation.
k I like
but WHAAAT?
The poor five doller bill
you want it to become so much
and its so small
ash
Much Love
Ashley