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.
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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.
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Ouch. And yet, whatever happens to money, I hope the metaphor here is never true! We will survive.
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I hope you are right, Susan.
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You certainly captured the state of the economy in this. nice one.
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Thanks, Anthony!
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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!
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Thanks, Carrie. Always a pleasure to be there.
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Unexpectedly emotional.
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Thanks, wyndolynne!
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Yes, no telling what a 100 will be worth. May we come out of this changed for the better.
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Change may be all we have!
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Ha, i dont know if i have ever seen a hundred dollar bill. Doesnt stretch very far these days.
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No, it has lost its grandness.
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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.
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It will be found in pristine condition!
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$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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So true!
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