Bottom Lip Licked

Can juice be squeezed,
From a rock...
Drying from morning dewdrops,
Spotted?

Does a penny earned...
Cost more when they are worthless,
Even wrapped and rolled to make a dollar...
That is quick and quietly burned?

People are freer to live...
When they worry less about good credit,
To survive!
Since having that...
Only means,
Debts owed can be forgiven
With slower payments made.
If any today on the horizon can be seen!
No matter how many meals are being skipped...
Or a bottom lip licked,
With thoughts of peanut butter sandwiches...
And a cup of tea to sip!
Wishing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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