Rather Like Rhymes

Wandering wondering nickels and dimes
Jingling in my pocket rather like rhymes
About dreams which never came true (not yet)
The people on the sidewalk smile at me

I smile right back at everyone I see
Smiling makes it easier to forget
The abject absurdity of it all
And to be content to be poor and small

I shaved off my whiskers I cut my hair
Got all cleaned up walked down to Plaza Square
Where everybody was nice to me there
They told me they liked my new clean-cut look
And they might also like to buy a book

Well if they do of books I have plenty
Sonnets fourteen hundred four and twenty
Then these poems with no numbers at all
By someone content to be poor and small
Wandering wondering nickels and dimes
Jingling in my pocket rather like rhymes

+Steven Curtis Lance



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