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Poem: "What Makes the World Go Round? (Part 1)"

Once upon a time,
in a town quite like yours,
there lived a young boy
who worked his father's store.
As he stacked cans and bagged bread
He kept himself busy with thoughts in his head.
One was most meddlesome
and becoming a bother.
So he set out to settle it
by asking his father.

"Dad, what makes the world go round?"

His father looked down,
a stern look on his face
"Money does, son.
Take a look at this place!
I built it bare-handed
after slaving for others
and bare-handed I provide
for you and your mother.
One day you'll grow up
and start a family too.
Then the burden of provision,
Will be all up to

His words made sense
and the boy took heed.
Saving each dollar and cent,
forgoing most needs.
Years passed and times changed.
Though, they all still worked hard
the store was now failing
and forced into selling,
his dad was out of a job.

They packed up and moved
to a cheaper location.
His mom, being her,
acted like it was vacation
But he knew the truth,
and thought while they journeyed.
If the money is gone,
why is the earth still turning?

Image Credit » Image by Bailey Fleetwood

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bestwriter wrote on October 9, 2014, 11:42 PM

You truly have it in you to make it big if only you have the patience. Writers take years and years to bring out something that is worth reading Good Luck.

LeaPea2417 wrote on December 21, 2015, 12:10 AM

That is a nicely written poem, I do hope you come back here to write and interact more with the posts.