Thursday, March 10, 2011


Family heirloom coin bank now belonging to my son who is saving up for his own laminator.
To honor the person who invented e-filing and Uncle Sam himself for giving us back our money, I offer a poem by Dana Gioia, Poet Laureate and former Chairman of the National Endowment of the Arts (and MBA from Stanford - way to use both sides of your brain Dana!) I especially like the last stanza.

by Dana Gioia

Money, the long green,
cash, stash, rhino, jack
or just plain dough.

Chock it up, fork it over,
shell it out. Watch it
burn holds through pockets.

To be made of it! To have it
to burn! Greenbacks, double eagles,
megabucks and Ginnie Maes.

It greases the palm, feathers a nest,
holds heads above water,
makes both ends meet.

Money breeds money.
Gathering interest, compounding daily.
Always in circulation.

Money. You don't know where it's been,
but you put it where your mouth is.
And it talks.


Lori said...


Desert Savta said...

Now you'll have to teach the boy about exchange rates so we can buy the laminater in Israel.