It wasn’t just slippery leaves,
icy pavements – but bills, banks,
a big bothersome house for repair.
Counting day-by-day in currency
the cost of jam, new clothes.
Widowed years and woefully worried
should poverty knock before the trumpet-call.
Richest in the graveyard now.
Counting blessings.
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt ‘Bother‘
– which brought money worries to mind, and my daughter Catherine’s switch from creating with words @ Expressions to helping others be creative with their finances so that the ‘bothersums’ do not blight our lives. – see The Finfluencer
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