I would not trade the world’s great currency
For moments we exchanged in hours we spent
Negotiating dreams of what could be,
We had such love I wonder where it went.
My passions rose like averages of stock
With all that time invested in our love,
And when you left I bargained ‘round the clock,
But you said it’s just cash I’m thinking of.
The market crashed, I’ve lost your loving care
And now I sit here bankrupt and withdrawn,
But though it hurts I wouldn’t trade a share
Of what we had- I’m sorry that you’re gone.
I may not be the best of men, but honey,
How could you say I only think of money?
John H. Bidwell
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 13, 2003
John, how do you do it? Bravo...
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 13, 2003
John,
Oh this one is packed in sorrow punch. Excellent
Peggy
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Oh this one is packed in sorrow punch. Excellent
Peggy
But one can also secure a good future by depositing part of his energy in "the savings bank of Justice" in the LAWhouse.
"World Trade Foreign Economic Policy" has made a great point and has amazed the audience in the seminar of life.
I Salute the Author of "World Trade Economic Policy."
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU