The Sad 100

Written for:  The Sunday Muse – 100th Post!


Ah, those were the days of true
meaning. My worth was obeyed.
I was a high stakes player,
not seen by everyone. Crisp
green. Now I am ragged, torn,
and worn. With vital pieces
missing, it is only a matter
of time until number 100 loses
its significance.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to The Sad 100

  1. susanstoo says:

    Ouch. And yet, whatever happens to money, I hope the metaphor here is never true! We will survive.


  2. You certainly captured the state of the economy in this. nice one.


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    From the voice of money…this is powerful view that is sobering but written beautifully in hard times indeed. Take care and be safe my friend! Thank you for joining us throughout the year! Always wonderful to see you at the Muse Sara!


  4. wyndolynne says:

    Unexpectedly emotional.


  5. Susie Clevenger says:

    Yes, no telling what a 100 will be worth. May we come out of this changed for the better.


  6. Sherry Marr says:

    Ha, i dont know if i have ever seen a hundred dollar bill. Doesnt stretch very far these days.


  7. Helen says:

    I have a $100 bill tucked in a corner of a dresser drawer, may it live there forever, to be discovered by a child or grandchild one day … hopefully way in the future.


  8. Lori says:

    $100 used to be a lot of money, you’d rarely need a bill that large, now it’s commonly used and rarely enough.


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