Another Day, Another Dollar Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

'Another day, Another dollar'
comes to mind as I pad down the hall
where the love of my life waits
with latest paper, sweet conversation
and first cup of morning brew.
All our 'dollarin' days' behind us;
there's time for breakfast, to listen
while others in haste of morning,
barrel head long bumper-to-bumper
into a completely different world.
And that world becomes best reminder
with its daily inherent need for speed
and all its bustle and rushing noise;
how happy our own slower paced days,
how gratefully lived, each golden year.