The Protagonist

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He had a stack of twenties

On his desk - three inches high.

I asked why he kept so much cash.

Though I expected the usual lie.


He said he liked

Giving them away.

To whomever is honest and nice.

Replying, I asked "How many today?"


"None" was his answer.

"They've sat for a very long time.

The last one I gave to an elderly man.

Who spoke softly, always in rhyme."


"I figured he was a poet.

They say what they feel

Honest, truthful and kind.

Their thoughts are so real."


We finished our business

And I bid him adieu.

Then he gave me a twenty.

Saying, "This is for you".


He said, "You might not be a poet.

But you are honest and kind.

These sorts of people

Are getting much harder to find."

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