Need a safe room?
For diamonds? Family heirlooms?
For gold and guns?
Deeds?
Winning lottery ticket
to hide from fawning relations?
Rare paintings?
None of these?

Unless they blind you,
or cut off your hands,
or put you in solitary,
can’t you still make
a cup of tea for pennies?

Until they set up a Payday Loans
where the library used to be,
can’t you always find good books?
Pens? Paper?
Opportunity?
Can’t you wake to sunrise?
Watch it set?
Listen for the winds of change?
Pet a cat?
Smell the coffee?
Forget?

{It’s still poetry month…and although I did not write 30 poems, I did read and write more poetry than last month, so that’s something.

This was inspired by another great Real Toads prompt: Write a poem using questions, and consider answering them. I decided to write the answers in the form of questions also…}