A poem by Beverly Stock.
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Oh Dollar Bill, I hold you tight,
Just earned some days ago,
In my pocket, you burn tonight,
Let’s go to a movie show!
Dollar Bill, from hard work, earned;
My traveling is so overdue,
Staying home? That idea’s spurned.
Where on earth should I spend you?
Dollar Bill, with halo green,
Think of all the sales; let’s go,
Goods in racks I’ve never seen.
Or curb-side shopping, on the go?.
DB wisely says, “I don’t care,
the child needs shoes; I’ll buy a pair.;
the child has no clothes sized to wear;
In both child’s stockings, there are tears!
Dollar Bill, you’ve played a part.
I don’t care for a movie show,
I’ll shop my closet and look sharp,
To my downtown, we can go.
Dollar Bill, as we say good-bye,
Your conscience is my reason why.
Ring Lardner’s Good-By Bill, a poem in the public domain, inspired my verse.