My Last Dollar: Another poem

My Last Dollar

I cant remember where I spent my last dollar.
It shone like the stars, and it glowed with its power.
Perfectly formed, through polish and scour--
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

I walk on the streets, they think that it's funny
They do not know the value of money.
Emporers, dictators, knights and the clergy--
They knew well the might of the penny.

I miss my dollar, I want it so,
But I do not know where I have to go.
I journey through the sleet and the snow,
But I do not know where to go.

From Cairo to London, from Memphis to Mumbai
I travel the world, searching far and wide
All for a dollar I want with my heart
And the shop, the market, the cafe where it went.

I can't remember where I spent my last dollar
The taste in my mouth has become quite sour
And as my soul goes increasingly dour,
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

My Last Dollar

I cant remember where I spent my last dollar.
It shone like the stars, and it glowed with its power.
Perfectly formed, through polish and scour--
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

I walk on the streets, they think that it's funny
They do not know the value of money.
Emporers, dictators, knights and the clergy--
They knew well the might of the penny.

I miss my dollar, I want it so,
But I do not know where I have to go.
I journey through the sleet and the snow,
But I do not know where to go.

From Cairo to London, from Memphis to Mumbai
I travel the world, searching far and wide
All for a dollar I want with my heart
And the shop, the market, the cafe where it went.

I can't remember where I spent my last dollar
The taste in my mouth has become quite sour
And as my soul goes increasingly dour,
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

Uziel126

[QUOTE="Uziel126"]

My Last Dollar

I cant remember where I spent my last dollar.
It shone like the stars, and it glowed with its power.
Perfectly formed, through polish and scour--
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

I walk on the streets, they think that it's funny
They do not know the value of money.
Emporers, dictators, knights and the clergy--
They knew well the might of the penny.

I miss my dollar, I want it so,
But I do not know where I have to go.
I journey through the sleet and the snow,
But I do not know where to go.

From Cairo to London, from Memphis to Mumbai
I travel the world, searching far and wide
All for a dollar I want with my heart
And the shop, the market, the cafe where it went.

I can't remember where I spent my last dollar
The taste in my mouth has become quite sour
And as my soul goes increasingly dour,
I can't remember where I spent my last dollar.

Foolz3h

It bugged me too... I'll probably edit it some more