You may have thrown many pennies away way back when. But will you do that now?

With all this hard work and little pay it can be a drag. I want to earn more than pennies.

This poem is about the many dishes that we do every day.

A poem about revolution.

The demise of a simple cent.

Did you ever find change on the floor and pick it up?

Here is my dream time with the Actor of Poetry…. He is touring the world and has stopped over in New Zealand to aid the children with cancer. We are going to have a small cake cutting ceremony out there from HIS pennies earned through poetry…. Lovely Honey, this one is for you… Thank you for remembering my day and making it special….

A revision of something I wrote in my early teens.

Something for the Unicorn’s….

Make a wish…