Eight dollars doesn't buy much but to some it means everything to those who have hungry eyes.
Eight dollars worth of sorrow and pain
gone with the wind.
Life isn't what it used to be anymore.
So you look at life with hungry eyes.
How much do your dreams cost?
I knew a little girl with China-doll dreams
whose doll cried with hungry porcelain eyes
her crystalline tears fell brittlely to the floor.
She ran away afraid to touch it.
The doll was brushed away
and thrown into the trash.
A little boy sails his little boat
on Lake Champlain with hungry eyes
so assured and self absorbed.
He makes a quite a figure fishing
humming a little dirge
catching a large mouth bass.
A yachtsman with empty mind
kicks up waves, capsizing the lad.
Fortunately, he reaches shore
shaken but alive.
A young couple starved and cold
loving and gentle with hungry eyes
visit a pawn shop without hope.
A necklace in their grasp
simple and refined.
Eight dollars worth of memories
the woman's mother lived with
now pawned, with ticket in hand.
A humble family ate tonight
graced by a china doll
with hungry porcelain eyes
their sweet child found.
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Reviewed by Gregory Sonn (Reader)
Reviewed on October 2, 2001
Joel,
So sad but very true. I came from a family where everything was important.
We had little but appreciated alot.Even 8 dollars can be precious.
Nicely done. Gregg
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
So sad but very true. I came from a family where everything was important.
We had little but appreciated alot.Even 8 dollars can be precious.
Nicely done. Gregg