Tying my shoe

Tying my shoe:

Not something I used to do.

Flying to work:

An adulting task with cash as a perk.


The value of a dollar:

A bit of knowledge I learned to accept.

Because I will certainly holler, 

When my bank account has been swept.


I mean not to be a downer

Else Debby will lower my hours

So despite all the stress,

I do my best to be less of a mess.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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