When I was a teenager my mother told me to always carry a dime in my pocket...
in case I needed to call home...
Now you need to carry a pocket size hammer in your purse in case your car goes flying off a bridge and the electric windows won't roll down and you have to smash your way to safety.....
And do they even make dimes anymore?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I love this poem. How awesome to go back and see this.
eric.....ahhh, you always find the positive side! Peace, friend......
Post a Comment