Scrounging for Pennies

    I like to write and compose good prose. Writing in sentences and paragraphs, amounting in chapters. Poetry is not a strong suit for me really, in comparison. Not in strength or predilection. However, it can be an effective way to record thoughts, feelings, memories, ideas. Sometimes making poems is an easier or lazier way to write, record, express, compose, organize the ideas and creations of the mind.

    Yeah.

    This is a poem of sorts about survival and money.

    

SCROUNGING FOR PENNIES, WEALTH

    We have to resort to work.

    Some people do it naturally, and are driven

    Others are more obliged to do so

    Some labor and effort is for our own well-being and hygiene

    Some work is pro bono, no remuneration.

    We all volunteer, we all serve, we all clean and tidy and mow or wash.

    We pay others to take away the trash

    Among the trash we can find treasures

    Recyclables

    Other forsaken refuse, that at times become treasures

    Rubbish and throw aways

    Like receipts from purchases

    Yes. Paper receipts.

    

   

    Now there are apps

    (Applications in computers, mostly in our cellular smart phones)

    Apps that pay us money for payment records

    Of things that we procured

    

    Rather cyclical, circular, recyclable

    In a way

    

    So now I chase them

    I trace my steps

    And find others' detritus, 

    Treasures for me, and my own

    Paper trails of purchase

    We sweat, we toil

    We have worked outside, inside, 

    Serving food

    Picking up stuff

    Little things, even gum inside sidewalk grooves

    Large things: logs, rocks, dirt, planks...

    hauling, lifting, scraping, digging

    All kinds of work and moving with our muscles

    In sun, rain, snow, ice, mud, puddles, rivulets of water, dust, gravel

    Some make good money outdoors

    I have done some

   

    In Indiana

    Utah

    California

    

    Virginia

    Upstate New York

    Even the Middle East

    

    Blue collar and white-collar work and labor

    We use our brains

    In offices,

    On phones,

    Face to face

    Everywhere, no where

    Somewhere

    Even blogging: typing, virtually communicating, clicking our devices

    Taping, filming. drawing, scheming

    Planning- executing and sending messages and orders

    --I did write a poem with these very same words recently--

    About my daughters

    And, some of us have sons

    We pay forwards and back

    We work from young till old

    We really never stop, earning formally or not, accruing wealth

    

    My father has not stopped

    Into his ninth decade

    

    My mother worked,

    Till the end

    and beyond

   

    The work does not stop

    Ever.

   

    Earning our pennies does not stop

    Ever (no periods)

    Ever, forever

    

    We are scrounging for pennies and cents, 

    Heavenward and below

    In all languages

    In all climes

    In all clans

    In all books

    In all pages

    Searching, reaching, climbing

    For coins

    Treasures

    Mansions

    Kingdoms

    Give us this day, our daily bread

    Scraps, foods, beverages

    Of all kinds

    We collect those pennies

    We collect those pennies, some discard them

    We gather all the monies

    And call it a day

    Till tomorrow

    We do it again

    Do you have all your receipts?

    Someone does.

    

    

This one worth 900 USD.

   

     I saw some U.S. pennies, even old ones that looked decrepit, that were worth up to 19,000 U.S. dollars. It might be very worth our time to gather and count our pennies.

    They make nickels and dimes, and eventually we have wealth.