She stood at the counter
Paying for her heart's desire
As her friend stood back
Looking on at her roaring fire
...hoping for warmth
He supported this cause and that
Throwing money like rain
But his eyes were completely blind
To his friend's constant pain
...beating like a drum
She didn't have much
So she cleaved to relief in any form
He reached to lift her up
Out of the raging storm
...with a plunk in her pail
He worked to uphold the law
But longed to balance the scales
As he passed the teen in the night
The film thinned and fell
...to his yearning knees
Money can only buy what it believes
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/13/2021
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