Money Makes The World Go ‘round Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

Starting in perhaps you own hands,
A dollar encourages you to take a turn.
You spend it on another drink as you always have,
Unable to stop the urge.
Now, the bartender will take his turn.

He will buy his daughter an art set.
It is the only thing she has asked for all year.
Christmas morning her dreams come true,
And she will become a great artist.
Now the girl he bought it from will take her turn.

She has had a rough journey.
She will buy a gun to end her life.
Not thinking of anyone she’s letting down,
She goes to an alley and fires.
Now the boy she bought the gun from takes his turn.

He had always been told that he couldn’t do it.
Born to fail he had been a drug dealer,
But he wanted to change by going to college.
He became the new town mayor.
He sees you on his way to city council.

Taking pity on you,
He hands you the dollar.
“God bless you.” Is your automatic response.
He leaves and you look at your hand.
Staring at the sky you wonder,
“Where will the world turn because of me today? ”