by Gene Novogrodsky
He kept a ten in his wallet,
Had for years, just in case,
And when he died, we opened
His wallet and the ten
Was still there ….

He kept a ten in his wallet,
Had for years, just in case,
And when he died, we opened
His wallet and the ten
Was still there ….
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2 responses so far ↓
1 Jack king // Oct 8, 2009 at 10:38 am
Gene, I attended a meeting in Weslaco a while back where I overhead a man say, “These darn winter Texans; they come down here with the Ten Commandments and a ten-dollar bill, and they don’t break either one.
2 Jack Veggie // Oct 8, 2009 at 7:59 pm
Made me think of my Dad. He passed on to the next, early. He had a Franklin folded into a tiny square tucked into the corner of his wallet, where it survived a robbery once. Willpower or relative prosperity? I don’t know, I always spend mine.
Good poem Gene, good anecdote JK. I enjoyed both.
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