I faced a pile of bills and
A sadly lacking
Checkbook balance.
Tears welled up as I caught
A glimpse of sunshine.
Emerald green grass
And crystal blue skies
Captured my attention.
Yellow buttercups waved
in a gentle breeze.
I picked one for my love.
Then I heard his voice and turned.
Smiling, I held the flower out
Surprised it was a pen.
He looked puzzled,
Gently tugged my ear
And kissed my cheek.
Soon he left and I returned
To the checks,
Realizing,
Life cannot be measured
By a checkbook.
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